Bipolar

The day embarked with a feeling of happiness. One of those days where you just wake up and you know *i’m happy*. It’s continuous but seems to last for seconds when it lasts about a day. You’re the quintessence of happiness. When your busy day of running around and trying to stay away from your house ends, you must go “home”. Their your parents scream and yell, no silence but in your own thoughts. However your thoughts tend to be pessimistic, annoyingly so. Because you grew up without a sense self-worthiness. But life goes on and you walk to school everyday, plodding around, for no apparent reason but to sleep and stare. You get straight a’s without trying because you have nothing else to do but/except drama club, key club, yearbook committee, spanish club, etc…, anything not to be home. You have a small group of friends with only one being close to you. Their all exponentionally weird and hilarious just like you when you feel like it. Then you have those days where your not just depressed and suicidal in your head but in actions, those ‘bad’ days. The one health books can so easily describe and the football players can so easily joke about.”life is unfair kill yourself or get over it” (child psychology; song) A great song to listen to on a ‘happy’ day but their is nothng to cure you. theirs nothing wrong. You think differently. You are emotional. To bad no one fucking cares. but you have that one friend or cousin that you talk to. You are a talkitive person when you feel like it. But what your really good at is making other people talk getting them to tell you their problems. Like how their relationship is struggling, and you care, too much. but life goes on you wish for that one moment when you’re actually happy not *happy day* but trully happy. it hasn’t come yet.