"How did you get so empty?" "When people leave, thet take a part of you with them. So many have left, and there's nothing left to take." "Please don't be sad" "Darling, you can't be sad when your empty. You can't ve anything.
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 so I cry.
This really irritates me, pain is relative but I feel stupid for beeing sad about things that really hurt me just bc there are people there o may have it worst. You were all expected to be happy and I hope one day we do.