Do not call me a bitch, because the only way I know how to protect or defend myself is by being "abrasive." I'm not required to be nice all the time.
I do bounce around like a rubber ball in a rubber room (would that actually work?). I don't know why, just that I do. I know that I can go MONTHS at a time and do nothing but cry. I know that I can go quite a while normal and happy. And I know that there are times, I go nuts. I do crazy things and I can't control myself.
I can't help it.
Not without drugging myself up. I'm happier being a bouncy ball, k thx.

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This is why I love you :)
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