being diagnosed with bipolar disorder was no fun. in fact, so far it did more damage to me than the disorder itself. i am speaking for myself and quite honestly don’t care for your opinion if it includes the words ‘you are wrong.’ it’s my perception of the world. just like it is my life. i’m living mine. you are living yours. i don’t want your pity. i don’t want your sympathy. fuck, i don’t even want your ear. both literally and figuratively. this is just my sounding board. for me. for my future me. for my down me. for my manic me. you are welcome to read and share your opinions. just don’t tell me that my feelings and feels are wrong. they are what they are. turns out that the world is not fucked after all. at least not completely.