Dear Bipolar-

All of my life, you have tried to define me, all the while I have been trying to be unpredictable- but not in the way you have made me.

When you are undecided, I become mixed up and this is the greatest hell in skin. When you fuel me higher, I am like Icarus and burn my wings...then come crashing down. I love you and hate you. I want you and want you to leave.

Can you be a dear and help me to learn more about you? That way I could prepare a little bit better on how to deal with you. Be more direct and clear when you are ready to swing, that would bet he coolest thing.