I wouldn't wish my shoes on my worst enemy. But, that's it in a nutshell. I keep hearing that I make bad decisions. Well, not everybody is given the same choices. I try to choose the least crappy of my crappy options. I try not to judge. Though I must admit I have no tolerance for ignorance. But most of the time I feel like I'm on trial and the world keeps judging me. I wonder if they knew the whole story, would they still find me guilty? Probably so. Empathy is lost among the masses. I make no excuses, this is what I am. I just wish that was good enough. I heard on the news that mental illness doesn't carry the stigma it used to. I don't agree. If my closest friends & family have no compassion, I highly doubt I'll receive it from the general public. Now I'm just rambling because I'm so tired of keeping it inside.i guess I shall stop now & put my crazy away. Until next time