August 2011
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
– Henry Ellis
Friends?
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.
