the life of zooey who happens to be Bipolar 2
It’s corny, probably been around a long while, but I discovered this saying the other day and liked it. Maybe it’s because I really want winter to be over. I am tired of dark gray, tired yellow and sad brown. I need some color, peeps. Spring can’t get here fucking fast enough. This season needs to be gone.
There are two messages I get from this saying. The obvious one is that friends look for the best in me and sees what beauty has been cultivated and flourished, weeds and all. Which comes to the second bit. The fence. The fence to hold myself apart, to hold others out. A fence that is probably old, hastily repaired, rusted and rotting. A fence that serves nothing but to separate and hide who I am. A fence, where broken, is actually a good thing.
Thoughts on a Wednesday,