The Bipolar Child

Everything is peaches and gravy.

I hold back violently ranting about people I hate and things I strongly dislike at times because I’m well-aware of the human tendencies of becoming what we hate at an eventual point in life. The hypocrisy of that. I’m putting all this in the most unpretentious way I can try to because I really really mean this. I make the conscious effort to keep track of what I say now. And I don’t want to sound full of myself, countering the essence of this whole thought but I’m hoping this habit or rather this -control of habit- counts for humility somehow. You tell me, I mean I don’t really know how society and structures work anymore. Or actually, I never did. Yep, I never did.