"I miss it just so much right now. My head is clear, I can think again, I can sleep again. but, God I which I was hypomaniac again. I miss being hyper, laughing much too loud at a stupid joke. being just that little bit insane."
" And this is how I live, living a lie. I pretend to be normal having all good intentions of building the life, which deep inside I know I will never will. The lie is the hardest part. It's slowly killing me."
"People think I'm weak because I cry so easily, because my life is going nowhere and I'm just wandering around in circles. But they don't know how much I fight my mood swings everyday or how little I sleep at night."
"How will I get up in the morning, I ask myself when I'm going to sleep. And I wonder if I will win the fight and go to class. If I'll decide to try and make something of my life or stay in bed just one more day."
As people stare at me I can see them thinking 'How beautiful is she, but she doesn't talk. How come she doesn't talk? How can one be beautiful, but not talk?'
