So my family think I’ve either gone completely insane, or I’m on drugs. This energy and hyperactivity hasn’t gone away – in fact, it’s getting worse. My sleep is also next to nonexistent. I can’t slow down my speech, and I can’t stop moving around.
I got this sudden urge to go to the beach, and so I made my stepdad take me since I wasn’t allowed out the house alone – we went the beach at 9:30 at night. And I literally did a karaoke in the car in the way home again – I have also decided I’m rebuilding hospitals to give them all helipads, and I’m taking helicopter lessons as well as going on holiday next week.
We got home and my mum has been saying how manic I am, and she literally turned around and called me Bipolar. Fun. She was on the phone to my psychiatrist the other day – apparently about my medication – but I’m almost certain she’s lying about something.
It’s almost 1:30 in the morning now – my stepdad stayed downstairs and watched a film with me to make sure I actually went to bed afterwards.
I can’t shift this energy, and it’s driving me insane because I can’t do all these things I want to do at once. Oh well.
This post is most likely all over the place and won’t make much sense. But, again, oh well.