Today, surprisingly, I wasn’t as hyperactive for a few hours. I still wasn’t anywhere near the ‘normal calm’, but I wasn’t talking constantly and I didn’t rush around everywhere as much.
Although, it’s gotten bad again as time has got on. It’s now 2AM, and I’m somewhat “calmer” again – but I can feel the hyperness coming back.
My mum found out I’ve done no work for college over the holiday – which ultimately means I’ll fail this year and be kicked off the course – and she yelled at me non-stop for a good half hour.
I’ve tried to tell her I’ve had more important things to do, but does she listen? Here’s a hint: no. Because planning a round-the-world trip and writing down everything to start a new business isn’t going to take up a lot of time. Of course not.
Turns out, I see my therapist this Friday coming. If I can just put off college until then, I can show her how I don’t need to go anymore. I’m going to go around the world soon anyway, and then I’ll have this new bakery business.
My mum still comments on my ‘mania’, which is fucking annoying. Yes, I get you probably know what it’s like since your sister is Bipolar, but that doesn’t mean you can go around saying I’m manic. Tell my psychiatrist or something, but don’t outright say it to my face.
Unless her and my psychiatrist have spoken about it already. That’s what the phone call was about. And, as per, I’m too slow off the mark to realise. They’re all against me again. Fan-bloody-tastic.