Not even 20 seconds ago, I was fine. I was reading up on Bipolar Disorder. About a year and a hlaf ago I was diagnosed as a Manic Depressive. Right now I think I'm expiriencing a low.

I went to talk to my teacher about it and he joked, he mocked, as he usually does. But I was serious as a heart attack and now I simply feel like screaming or throwing a chair across the room or something.

I told him I had Bipolar Disorder, that it was something I couldn't help.
He made a joke to say I could help cutting myself and so on. That wasn't the point I was getting across.

I don't know. My psychologist threw the idea of putting me on medication into the air but I don't know.