My Bipolar Journal – Episode 98
August 22, 2007
It so weird how such few words could make someone feel better. It's even weirder when someone won't give them to you. It's weird how life can suck and be so amazing at the same time. It's even weirder when people say they don't believe in not doing something and then can't even spit out word or have a five minute conversation to make someone else's life easier.
I believe because we're all scared of something that it makes it that much harder. Maybe we're afraid we're wrong or, worse yet, that we're right. Admitting that would be worse than ingesting a stomach of scorpions even when we know that's all it would take to make someone else's life that much better.
I can't truly believe that I'm upset over something so trivial. I can't believe it's turned me into such a girl and pushed me into another bout of depression so bad that all of my stupid moronic nightmares have returned and I think things that I know better than to think.
I know I'm better than this. I can't seem to do what I say either though.
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