when i ran away last night, i watched the sunset and i felt weird about being bipolar.

believe me, if i wanted to feel comfortable and feel that way at the snap of a finger, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.

fuck the dumb shit, i'm not going to jump out of any 13th story windows any time soon.

all of this crazy talk it not for nothing. last night i realized something is wrong with me, but i don't know exactly what. maybe i'm not crazy. maybe i just i have a bad temper because of my high metabolism. maybe i'm just naturally distrustful and resentful of everyone around me, even those who are supposedly close. maybe i'll die alone, because fuck everyone for not feeling the fucked-up way that i do. i'm not happy when i'm supposed to be, and i cry too much about nothing. or is it nothing?