Roll

Sometimes in life, you have no idea what the fuck you want out of it. Especially for someone with Bipolar Disorder. One minute, you're fine and dandy, and the next, it's all out the window and on to the next thing. When they explain that to you in the psyc office, you look at them like THEY are crazy, and then you evaluate yourself and it all make perfect sense, really. But sometimes, when you fuck up and go on to the next thing, and are focused on that, you realize that you completely fucked someome over, but it's already too late to go back and change it, or maybe too late to let go on what you already started. Either way, it messes with you, and that's what we're supposed to focus on, right? I hope so, because I can't handle all of the ups and downs, lefts, and rights. I'm nauseous, and just want to settle down.