My family are incredibly important to me...even though I don't always show them that and don't exactly behave appreciably towards them.

We have our disagreements. But. They are the only people that have been with me my entire life. Unfortunately some of them I will never see again, and I wish I had known longer before they left (oh no, I'm tearing up. MOVING ON).

Yeah. My family are always there for me. They're my rock - they protect me and look after me. And wow, my mum has put up with so much. I think it's amazing, the way that she has looked after me during the worst parts of my bipolar disorder. I also know that she has been scared for years of waking up to find me...well, you know.

Hooray to family! ♥♥

RB ♥