Bro, ur gf is hella bipolar

When we were first gettin together, my partner’s friends and family had their share of concerns. I mean, I was living in an RV, wildly emotional, and had almost no money, so…concerns were valid. I was fractured, as most humans are.
I thought there was some perfectly good version of a human, and I was supposed to be that, and so were other people. And as soon as someone fell from that “ideal” of goodness, they were worthy of being cast aside.
The characters below were heavily inspired by illustrations from a prayer book I was gifted when I was born called, Precious Moments.

Often not understanding the source of my anger, I would go from being the nicest, most loving person to having eyes that beamed daggers. To be simple about it, my “positive” and “negative” emotions could not exist in the same room at the same time.