She has no got damn idea. Living in the south and being black most people I know don't get it and refuse to learn about it, even my ignorant mother.

She tells me to apply for a job, I can't. She tells me I stink, I know I haven't showered or brushed my teeth. But I choose to be this way?

I tell her I'm bipolar she tells me I'm not.

Just so annoying and overwhelming.

a few weeks ago I way hypomanic, touched by God and in heaven. Then as soon as it came it was stripped for me, now I'm back in hell.

I have no friends, everyone thinks I'm weird, I have no reason to live.

I'm just existing.