Bipolar Memes Novels & Stories

Breathe again. But it’s Mel I’m worried about. She resembles the ghost of a bipolar chameleon on a bag of Skittles. Her pale face is still blown up like a birthday balloon, all blotchy, and sprouts about all the colors of the rainbow. The same as my torso. Her vibe is unhinged mime about to go rogue. And I don’t blame her. If these results are what we think they are, things are about to explode faster than Jackson’s temper at a family therapy session.

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

Meme is the first one down from the bike, followed by Brenda, and they engulf me into a rib-crushing hug. “Look who looks like a biker chick”, says Brenda as she twirls my hair. “Oh Lala, I’ve missed you”! She pulls me into another squeeze. “I’ve missed you too”, I tell her, and I really have. “That’s double for me, bitch”, Meme squeals, causing me to laugh.

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

Bipolar much, I thought. ******

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

Well, if you don't tell me I'm obviously not going to know" I attacked. He put his hands on his hips, looked at me and then started laughing, is he serious? A while ago he was super angry and now he's laughing. I definitely don't understand this guy's bipolarity. "Okay, Mr. Bipolar, can you tell me what's so funny?" I stood up. "That's what I hate the most: not being able to be mad at you for one fucking minute" he says. He walks over to me and grabs my cheeks, making me look at him. "But it's better if you leave things as they are. Please."

- Says downcast In addition to being crazy, I realized that she is bipolar. Wolf, crazy, without judgment and bipolar, what could go wrong in this coexistence? I don't refuse your offer, I'm going to take advantage of your goodwill, at least today. - Great, do you have a speaker? Let's do it in style - Rejoicing - No - Arg. Go by cell phone.

Which he almost always did. "I'm scared," Sophia whispered. "Of losing control again, of getting lost in memories without being able to come back to reality. I'm afraid of forgetting who I've become..." She sighed. "Without the medication, I'm a very different person... Bipolar disorder isn't something that can be controlled simply through therapy."