bipolar

January 20, 2009

Not me, although I constantly admit to being bipolar; it’s stupid, I’m not even sure if I’m really bipolar, but everyone agrees anyway. My brother is the one who’s said to have bipolar symptoms, straight from the psychiatrist’s mouth. He made an appointment with the psychiatrist last Saturday, and now he’s on meds. Anti-depressants are quite frankly addictive. And seeing a few of them again on Popo’s med box are really, really tempting. But I’m over that phase now. And now it’s my brother’s turn—and he looks more lethargic than ever. I hope he survives what I was close to not having survived with.

Right now I’m listening to new songs from my friend Earl’s mp3, copied to this laptop. Cool guy, he knows indie bands. Tall guy, too. Haha.

I’m pissed off at Loser again. He did not keep his word for the second time. The first time was when he promised that he won’t be playing DotA for the meantime because his midterms are coming, but played so anyway. What made me more pissed off at that time was that for our NSTP midterms, we had to write down about the person who we trust the most, and I wrote his name. Just a couple of hours after that, he broke my trust. This time, we agreed to save on load this week, which means that we won’t be texting anyone for the whole week so we could save money to go to a gig. But he wrongly sent a text message to me yesterday, which was supposed to be for his brother. He could’ve told me that he’s still going to text important people when we both agreed not to text that much, but instead, he even told me that I was the only person who he texts all the time so he really won’t be texting that much anymore. Hypocrite. I, on the other hand, got carried away with his hypocrisy. Stupid me.

The issue is not about not texting that much, but on keeping one’s word. He could’ve borrowed a friend’s phone to text his brother. He could’ve asked permission from me first. If it really were that important, then maybe I would’ve been considerate about it. But he even had to let me know by wrongly sending the message to me. Frankly I got hurt. I received the message when we were checking our Math midterm exam papers, and torturing ourselves with the wrong mistakes that never seem to stop invading each of our own papers. The worst mistake I got was receiving that text message from him. My friend Fred even asked me why I cried, he thought he was the one who made me cry because he kept teasing me that I got a lot of mistakes in my paper. I did get a lot of mistakes. I got 32 out of 72.

That’s 40 mistakes. Loser’s mistake was a hundred times more painful for me to bear.

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