I'm sick... or I started think myself that way. Because everything's going wrong in my life since the beginning.
I was bullied since preschool, and from then things started to get a lot uglier. So ugly that while my father was in a coma with cancer, I had no one to talk to at school. My "friends" gave me the ice. He died and I was still frozen with no one to support me.
Later in life I met a "friend" that turned her back on me and didn't even tell me why until now.
I was mocked basicly all my childhood. And I don't trust people, because all they did so far was hurt me.
I got 30kg+ from medicines. I went from skinny, to overweight overnight.
I also have skin picking disorder and misophonia besides bipolar diagnosis...
I endure incredible pain all over my joints, and there is no prescription-free pain killer strong enough to handle.
Seems like everybody surrounding me thinks I'm lazy, and oversizing stuff. I'm sick of it. All people can do is thinking about their egos and their lives. I'm so sick of selfish people. I do the most I can and I always did to do better for others... Why people have to be so mean?

Medication won't help anyone if people don't change the way they act towards each other. We suffer because our society is rotten.

The only things that keep me living are my dog and my cat. If it wasn't for them, I would be gone by now.