May 2009
8 posts
someday, i hope i can tell someone that i have bipolar disorder. that it’s the reason i’m so high and so low. i’m never in between. i am manic and raving, and depressed to the point of wishing for death.
but people don’t love the crazies. i’m not crazy. i’m not. i just don’t think i’ll ever truly be loved because of this. no one wants the girl with...
“I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need To Be Nicer.”