watch Vanessa, the flashing queen going all out on the side of the road with a friend. This one is a longer version of the previous vid and also shows Vanessa taking a stroll to the beach.
In 8th, I had 4.
Freshman year, I had 2.
Sophomore year, I had 3.
Junior year, I had 5.
Now it’s senior year and I only have 1.How do you go from 5 to just 1? Let’s see. 1 spilled a secret, a very personal secret to someone that I didn’t lyke and vice versa. So now 4. 1 of them I don’t even know…
But why is mania bad, if it means you’re on top of the world, where everything is white? Bright. I wish I were up there now, instead of treading water in this damn blue hole. This magic pill won’t fly me there. It will only take me halfway, to what others call normal and I call gray – toeing a straight gray line is all medication is good for. Bad genes have doomed me to seesaw, white to blue and back again, for the rest of my pitiful life.
So when I started shifting gears three or four times in a twenty-four-hour period, at first I blamed hormones. Didn’t PMS make you irritable? Didn’t boy trouble drop you to your knees (in more ways than one)? Normal adolescent feelings, right? Well, no.
