I just need to vent right now about something that has been bothering me. I have always tried so hard to achieve my goals despite being burdened by bipolar disorder. I've put so much effort into school and work that by the time I get home there's nothing left. No friendships, a romantic relationship ruined, and constant emotional agony. I'm suffering, but no one would believe you if you told them. I suffer in silence. I suffer alone. But I appear normal. Some people used to see the cracks in my mask and ask if I was okay. Other than that, no one sees the truth. So I must continue to be strong and wear the mask. It's a curse to be strong: the expectations are high, but I just can't live up to them for long. One day I will break in irreparable ways and the warning signs will have gone unnoticed.