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.
There's no point in consistently worrying about everything. What will happen will happen regardless. So breath, look on the bright side. Have some laughs, fall in love, accept what you can't change, and carry on. To actually live is courageous.