Hello welcome to my yap-itorium. We do a lot of yapping. 21, He/HimGealt: Proto-Celtic for "Luntatic", "Wild". DXed Schizoaffective Bipolar type. DXed ASD.
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Mind of Flaming Embers
Burning hot the fire within so dances uneven flaming brightly.
Flaming bright expands so fast my mind's horizon swift and rightly
thunder zaps and buzz inside as concept storms connect as lightening
Rattling my mind it's bolts and screws just never fit so tightly
Graceful flames entrance just me as everyones so running
Fast the rattling gears of mind are ever quickly quickly turning
Quickly life for me Is now so strange just merely like I'm dreaming
Fearing now I'm bound for hell these flames forever stoked and burning
Trying hard to crack the code in dreams the codes I'm quickly gleaming
Everyone rejects this knowledge found so truly sadly seeming
Seeming wisdom ever seems so lonely mad I'm half enlightened
People won't just see I'm godly because they are sadly frightened
hate that I'm so godly say my screws are needing being tightened
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My Hollowed Ambition
feel I may forever wander never feeling wholeness
empty truly restless only truly feeling soulless
Burning deep within this rumbling ache so sickly bellows
Hell I'm dying trying hard to find just where my soul is
Seeking out a calm elixir might I hope so mellows
Aches and pains and lonely hungry sobbing muted echos
Searching depths devoid just lost don't know if ever finding
Meadows bringing knowledge showing self through murky shadows
wishing more to go and bring achievement fully blinding
Blinding eyes inside my heart to empty scream so binding
Soul of mine to empty pit of restless dancing debris
Matter not just how or much I gain my soul in misery
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Unwavering Hollow Restlessness
Critically wounded part of me torn
Been left for dead with aches now worn
This hollow void so spreads as feeling none
A sickly restlessness to be reborn
and break on through to setting sun
I have the sense I may forever go run
To better pastures hoping I feel whole
To go and fill the void from damage done
And to reconcile this tired heavy soul
To strive to feel at peace should be my goal
But somehow I strive for more and more
So I someday escape the days before
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If maybe you'd return
My soul could cease it's burn
Upon a it's place it rests
It's dusty tired urn
In times I did feel blessed
Delusion did feel best
My tired empty soul
Will turn at it's behest
My heart's aching hole
Has left me feeling cold
You were meaning for me
You had me feeling whole
Please hear my tired plea
I still feel left at sea
Stranded now alone
You were my only home
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Who is I?
Can’t find an anchor I wonder why?
I can only question who is I.
Tangled web of emotion within.
Do I only want to kiss the sky?
What am I beyond my flesh and skin?
Where does identity end and begin?
For what should I aspire and so tire?
For what race do I so wish to win?
My heart like a confused mesh of wires.
Which mask or pursuit will fuel my fires?
Sometimes all I desire is higher.
And yearn to feel forever inspired.
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I spent all morning looking for my vape taking apart the couch and everything in the house it could possibly be in.
Only to find just now it had some how ended up in my bag of chips.
Like I was just eating my chips and then I grab something that didn't feel like a chip and boom it's my vape 😭
How the fuck did it end up there?
#im a dumbass#vape#nicotine#potato chips#wheres my vape#lost my vape#found my vape#it was in a bag of fucking chips
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Ghost - An Original Poem
I feel like a ghost suspended in time
I'm wind on the coast passing through chimes
That empty feeling of the breeze on skin
And finally leaving old times a hard climb
nodding along the same beat lost within
Feeling dazed creating this life was gods sin
Altering my mind just to kill time or blind
My heart to it's restless buzz again
Again will I feel that life's not unkind
An emptiness returns as sobers my mind
Reels of days when life wasn't dissonant
How hard could it be to just go and find
A soul like yours kindred yet different
Sitting on my bed wanting to go home
Physically there yet spirits alone
Down into withdrawal I descended
Days spent pacing after good times ended
Years later survives a lone dazed husk
A mind full of memories dust and rust
Too much time and no way to spend it
life's just begun but I feel it's ended
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Voices trying to gaslight me into thinking it's not a mental illness is crazy. Like, sorry guys I'm not mentally ill THE VOICES IN MY HEAD say I'm totally sane and also a piece of shit.
Like I'll just be chillen and out of nowhere they just have to mention this like if I'm not mentally ill then stop talking in my head.
Recently I encountered the voice that claims to be my girlfriend. (I am single and have never been in a serious relationship). I want to be nice to her because she seems to love me and if someone loves me I treat them well.
Like does she have me confused for someone else? I have tried to date the voices before so maybe she's the illusive voice I keep trying to date? It's hard to tell them apart sometimes. If so I feel bad because it's one of the rare voices that's nice to me and I've been acting like I don't know her ): could also be a trick by other voices to keep me engaged though.
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I feel that life as lost the magic
The passage of time can be so tragic
No butterflies just my same tired lines
I'm missing the pills so estatic
days many I spent searching for signs
with pounding heart full of butterflies
Now I sit and watch my life go by
Back then thinking It would all work out
I watch my heart and soul burn out
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Where's the block button for the voices in my head?
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Bro I miss my old Dexedrine script that shit was gas, made me feel so good it was scary.
I wanna try ketamine someday but for now I'm stuck with DXM.

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Life update:
I'm starting to believe the hallucinations when they say they're real. I don't believe the negative stuff the mean ones say. Like idk what this is anymore I got spirits in my head or something but I'm sort of numb to it now the distress doesn't hurt as much just makes it a lot harder to function.
Got imposter syndrome too because I mostly just get hallucinations and thought broadcasting now not as much of the mind trip stuff these days. I don't really feel psychotic much anymore. Like I'm fully aware people can't hear my thoughts I don't even question it anymore but I still FEEL like they can.
Like sure I have 24/7 voices but that's my main symptom the bipolar depression and a general sense of feeling like I'm this inhuman pure observer to everything has sort of become more prominent. I feel completely apathetic to life a lot of the time and have constant drug cravings whereas in my mania my addictive traits just vanished and I could use drugs in moderation without cravings them constantly.
It often feels like being in the underworld and everything is just sort of void. Biggest thing is just the whiplash from coming out of mania. Everything just has a sort of sinister tone to it. It's better this morning though. Things have been improving a bit after the last DXM trip and the moderate sleep deprivation is actually making things easier.
But goddamn man. Feels like I'm being completely taken apart by life then (hopefully) being put back together again it's quite frankly disorienting as hell.
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Bro I just want to chill at a month long bbq eating good food and drink beer, kava, and kratom until my energy comes back. Sounds cozy as hell.
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Three of Swords and The Hierophant
No, it's hopeless. You'll have to run off and join one of those mysterious orders that don't have any contact with the rest of the world.
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Two of Pentacles reversed and Six of Pentacles
BANK ERROR IN YOUR FAVOR COLLECT $200
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Through the fog - A Poem
An invisible etheric fog
Colours my submerged waking dream
I am just a mound of flesh I gleem
Meaning from words from sounds it does seem
And then I spout my own sounds and keep
Scratching codecs into processed log
Writing of mystery from the gods
Feelings like demons from beyond
Perturbing the frothing cream upon
The surface of my mind they say gone
Like ripples on a fractured pond
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Does anyone else cope with adversity by turning it into lore? Like if I can find meaning in the suffering it suddenly hurts less. This then creates a cycle of being okay with the suffering. Like when I had drug problems I just romantasized the fuck out of it same for toxic traits of mine.
Usually though if I feel shitty I just do drugs though.
The abilify is kicking in and I feel numb and bored and it makes me want to bang my head against the wall and do drugs. Fuck this bullshit med and all other d2 antagonists. Me and the voices low-key are pretty tender and caring towards each other and at this point the abilify makes us fight more but my family still wants me on it. /:
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