Sometimes being bipolar is so damn difficult that I can't help hating myself; just wishing I could be like everyone else, that I could have normal days with normal emotions. But I can't be like everyone else and so I cry.
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This makes me think of my mom. When i have done something and i tried my hardest, she says i cant try my hardest because i have to be perfect. This drives me crazy. I dont like being perfect. I get straight A's and one B? She says im awful. I just feel so pressured to be perfect that i just break because i know im a dissapointment.
Quote on bipolar: I am good for a while. I'll talk more, laugh more. Sleep and eat normally. But then something happens, like a switch turns off somewhere. And all I am left with is the darkness of my mind. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. www.HealthyPlace.com