tales, memoirs, and random thoughts
Slowly, you started forgetting. All familiarity from your memory was slowly being slashed by the swords in your mind. They didn’t spare you not one memory; but honestly, I believe they did spare you one— Her. I don’t believe you ever forgot Her. In some distant way, you remembered.
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POZOLE.ink is proud to present Bipolarmuse. Bipolarmuse writes about her life through poetry, quotes, and journal entries. Told with uncompromising conviction and honesty, her stories create a painful portrait of her experiences.
Bipolarmuse ♥ Can you say Psycho?!.
Can you say Psycho?!
I am beginning to truly realize what I have gotten myself into. Aside from his desire to die, I am learning quick that B is more than I bargained for…
B is a man-whore. His phone is constantly ringing, he is always silencing his phone, and then he listens to the messages from what he thinks is a safe distance from me hearing. Continue reading
POZOLE.ink is proud to present Bipolarmuse’s He is Out. Bipolarmuse writes about her life through poetry, quotes, and journal entries. Told with uncompromising conviction and honesty, her stories create a painful portrait of her experiences.
He is “OUT”
Unbelievable.
B must be out of his favorite painkiller and has inevitably decided to take it out on me. Happens every single fucking time.
When he is not riding the amazing feeling of Vicodin, he becomes the hugest asshole on the face of the planet… especially when he is COMPLETELY out. Continue reading
