This is the 3rd time I rewrote this because only yall get it. I'm alone here.

I'm happy yet sad. I'm manic but depressed. I'm positive yet negative.

My reality is caving in. My whole family hates me. My son hates me. My partner is leaving.

I was born bipolar. My parents made me multi personality. I can't tell which end is in and which is out. I have no past, and I can't see no future. I live in the present, and the present sux.

I've lived like this so long it's like why bother fixing it? What's the point? I feel dead already. My meds are maxed, but they aren't going to fix the facts!

Why? Don't give me no gab about a life is worth saving. Why?

Everyday is a living chore, nothing to be excited about. Rest me in my grave already. If you won't, I will.

Exit strategy not a problem. Execution, still undetermined.

My rant. Let Ya know how it ends