Found out yet another person does not like me very much. Well normally I would recoil, run away, fall all over myself apologizing for basically existing and be up all night loosing sleep. Well not this time. Not anymore.

Maybe I have finally reached my limit, and maybe its about time that I stop caring so much what other people think of me. My whole life has been about trying to please everyone around me and I have decided that its impossible, so why try and why care?

It seems no matter how hard I try and no matter what I do somebody is going to hate me. I don't even know why, but I do know I am tired of caring about it.

I have also decided that I am not going to do small talk chit chat crap when I am out and about about and somebody starts trying to talk to me. Why be stressed out on what to say, or did I say the right thing, or whatever.

Honestly if they knew I had bipolar disorder they wouldn't give me the time of day anyway so the whole conversation only benefits them, not me. So why do it?

Sorry if this post is offensive, I am not trying to be. I have just had way over my limit of crap from people lately and I am pretty much done dealing with it. Its not about anyone here.

Maybe my husband is right and I should just stop dealing with people at all. My life was so much simpler before I started bringing people into it. I was lonely but I didn't have days and days of crying and stress. Maybe lonely is better. I did feel a lot more stable without all this.