Mania

We use a variety of different terms to describe one thing. At least when it has to do with common discourse we all know what it means. I'm manic, bipolar, schizophrenic in thought. I'm scattered. That's what that means. Nothing more or less.

I'm scattered, stuck between planes yet in both places at once, and I am tired of neat packages, tired phrases and meaningless crutches along the road. I guess this means I embrace this mania. Because the only antidote is delusion, and that's the disease. Insane! Insane! Lol. Excuse me, I've lost my mind for a minute.

I'm tired of quick answers to questions that serve to soothe and never turn out, and I'm tired of formulaic relationships. I'm tired of cycles and I'm tired of paths, and I'm tired of a future that seems overwhelmingly lack lustre. I'm tired of living in a world that requires me to act constantly and I'm tired of living in a mind that allows compliance. I am tired tired tired of everything being so shitty and somehow always being broke with nothing to show for it.Lol.

But I guess I'm thrilled to be here. It's the only place to be.

I wonder if I have any peers. What groups can I belong to, to make this empty space sparkle?

What answers can I mine from these reserves?

Pray and think positive.
Get out and vote.
Love yourself.
Eat Healthy.
Experiment.

Whatever.

I'm tired of thinking in these manic circles, but I'd find comfort in them if I had a happy peer. Meh.

Off to apply myself to studies and seem less crazy.

Sometimes I wonder if everything isn't delusion.