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No more livejournal, so I figure I might as well start updating this (if I get the chance).
My hands they always shake and no one's calling my phone, so what does that make me?
I'm nervous all the time now because I don't want to jinx it. I feel like if I say this out loud it will disappear. But here goes: I think I may have broken the cycle of crazy highs and excruciating lows. I feel normal. But I always say that right before something bad happens.
My life is a rhythm.
I'm meeting new people, which is always exciting and a little awkward. Last night there was a snuggle party across the hall. Closeness with people I'm not that close to yet. It made me miss home. Home is people, not places.
"What's your life story?" Strangers telling me about skeletons in closets and monsters under beds. The best way to bond.
I had breakfast with another manic-depressive today. It's weird to talk about pain that's so personal with someone I barely know, but it's also really nice to have someone who gets it.
All my homework is getting done. All my classes (so far) are interesting. Lots of hugs and phone calls on the weekend that I don't necessarily totally remember. But not in a bad way.
And I've started drinking coffee again. Being a little more awake these days couldn't hurt.
New beginnings.