My jacket would say "former wizard" on it. hahaha

I ended up in the hospital when I became Harry Potter. No idea why, and the fact that I had no idea what was wrong about being a wizard still gives me nightmares.

But right now I'm dealing with a little wakeup call, after believing I wasn't really bipolar and ready to go off meds, I'm now experiencing a rollar coaster of laughing when I feel like crying and crying when I feel happy. The past three days has been like this. It's a bit disappointing and now I need to rethink my battle plan. The rest of my life is going to be World War 3, but I'm super confident that I'm going to be the Chuck Norris of war generals and kick BP butt.

So welcome to the club, we're all a little mad here. *sips tea*