I have come to the conclusion that I am bipolar the same as the night is dark, the sun is warm and life is both living and dieing. Everyone can appreciate the fragrance and beauty of a rose but still manage to complain about the thorns. I am bipolar and yes I have aspects of my person that others will complain about but I refuse to let that bring me down because just like the rose there are parts of me that is beautiful and pleasant. So if the world doesn't mind I'll continue to love that aspect of me.