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Submitted:Mar 27, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I just can't open my eyes. Actually, let me rephrase that, I just do not want to open my eyes! It's seven o'clock and I still need to bath, GHD my hair, make coffee, iron that darn trousers, AND put out the trash. And I am suppose to be at work at eight. Thank God for small mercies that I finally saw the light and decided to work five minutes away from my house. Okay, five minutes by car, twenty minutes by foot with the sorry state my body is in presently! But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so I drag my flabby body out of bed. Somehow my feet find their way to the bathroom without tripping over the shoes ( and clothing) lying on the ground. I reverse back to my ensuite toilet, totally forgot I need to rid myself of excessive baggage. As I flush the toilet and wash my hands in the basin, I look at the picture glowing from the mirror. What a mesh! The duvet is all crumpled on my bed, pillows lying on the floor. If I did not know any better, I would have said there was a lot of humping that happened last night! Sadly, the only ash I touched was my own as I turned awkwardly on my stomach. Looking at my bedroom, I realise no guy would want to stay here, everywhere clothes are just tossed about. My bed cabinet is overflowing with tissues and pens and puzzles and glasses and cups and whatever else imagenable, or unimagenable! Talk about being a hoarder! I can't believe I live here myself. On that thought I drag myself back to bed. It's 10 past seven now, if I just lay down for fifteen minutes, I could still bath and get dressed and put out the trash. There just won't be any coffee, or breakfast and I might be five minutes late with an awful hair day. What the heck, if I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late and I just throw my body back in bed. Don't worry Gabby, just one more morning of waking up early and then you are on holiday! The thought exites me just enough to fall asleep in anticipation. Oh, by the way, I am Gabby, and I am kinda mad. They actually call it Bipolar Mood Disorder type 2. Bipolar is depressive episodes followed by manic interludes. I am kinda depressed now, kinda, but not really. I will illustrate real depression later, that dark pit of despair. But I just wanna doze off for now, just close my eyes for five minutes, just five minutes... I hate being functional!


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