I like my friends close…

… and my enemies closer.

Bitches.

Ok.. back to my normal i’m-the-happiest-emo-of-them-all mode. I just had to get it out of my system before I spontaneously combust.

Neutral. Not Bipolar

Another day, another heartbreak.

Not really. Just another long test– two, actually.

I wish I were articulate enough to say everything to you. No, that isn’t right. I am capable of being articulate. What I’m not capable of is opening up.

But it’s really not YOUR fault. Nothing really is your fault. I bet you’re in a state of discombobulation right now. You have no fucking idea of what I’m talking about, haven’t you? That’s alright.

I don’t have a friggin idea, too.

Well, maybe I do, but I digress. The point is every time I try to talk, or write (more like type) , I can’t seem to get the message across. It’s always as if you’re in FM and I’m only picking up AM.

I remember telling you that we are like magnets with similar polarities. No matter how hard you try to place them side by side, there will always be a strong repulsion on either parties. I also remember saying that I don’t have any plans of changing my polarity. Well, I still don’t have any.

But I’m willing to be bipolar.

No, not that kind of bipolar. I’m not willing to have whatsoever disorder just to fix everything. Maybe that’s not the right term. I guess what I’m trying to be is neutral. Not bipolar.

Neutral objects can have positive or negative induced charges. Induction. Right. It’s better than outright repulsion, isn’t it?

Well, I’m off for another polarity… D:

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