So what if I can't seem to finish a book, close a drawer, or complete a project.
So I lack filters sometimes, honesty is good.
And what's so wrong with spontaneity?
It's my prerogative to love one day and hate the next.
Passion always has its counter weight.
And who does it bother that I have a hundred things going in my brain all at once.
I'm fun, I'm not a child.
Wanting adventure is not refusing to grow up.
Everyone loves me when I'm at my high, but when I'm at the other end of the spectrum I have a personality disorder?
How do you think it feels to be told your personality is a disorder?
Welcome to my world
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