I realize bipolar has no cure. It's ok.
I Tell myself the meds help, and they do. It's ok.
I look at myself in the mirror and want to smash the mirror but I don't do it. It's ok.
I know it's been a year and a day since the divorce and I do like someone but I think she wants to be with ANYONE else or probably better for her no one. It's ok.
I think about all the time I spend, all the money I spend, all the efforts I expend to try to improve me, I look for it in the mirror, and that's why I want to smash the mirror. It's ok.
I tell myself that I'm nothing in the Universe, a mere speck, and I fully accept this humbling notion of Truth. It's ok.
I know that the only person who told me "Happy Valentine's Day" was belated until the day after and by a desk clerk at the gym. I saw lots of other people. Some claimed to be friends even.
It's ok.
I know this does mean I'll be alone a long time and deserve to be alone.
It's ok.
I'll continue to buy ticket to events, one please, because that's all I have to go with me.
It's ok?