All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.– Henry Ellis
What the fuck is that? Yeah, call me your “best friend” but ignore my texts and never try to contact me … Ever? Fuck you. You do this shit repeatedly because God fucking forbid you have more than one friend at a time.
I feel so alone. I have no close friends anymore to talk to. I’m slipping back into my depression, where I don’t want to be. I hate Bipolar so much, because no one understands it. I’m either a bitch, a drama queen or need to suck it up. But, I really cannot help it. I’m slowly dying on the inside and no one can hear my crys, my pleas, for help. I have to hide in my bathroom...
I’m to my breaking point … possibly past it.