Sorry to do this here, but there's no place else. Sick of keeping all this bottled up inside, so here goes.
I'm tired of all this, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having this stupid disorder. I'm sick of feeling like a 5 year old brat. I know I need to up my meds, but I don't want to. See, idiot kid attitude. "I don't waaanna, I don't care!" But I really don't. I know where this leads. Full blown mania, mixed episodes, bad depression. I don't care! I can't force myself to care. I know I should care about my future, my quality of life. But I don't. I really don't. Do I want that to happen? Of course not! But it's not happening now, and it probably won't happen tomorrow, so I'll just worry about it when it does happen. Until then, all I can think is "f*ck it".
I know it's getting worse, I can see that. I rarely have a stable day. It wasn't like this a few months ago. But it's manageable. I know I'm already having consequences at work and with friends and family. But it's not too bad, and I really couldn't care any less.
I feel so conflicted and torn. I know what I should do, but I don't want to do it. If I'm really honest, I just wish I hadn't been born. Sorry, I don't want to make anyone feel depressed or anything, but it's true. Even when I'm really happy (read hypomanic!), if I could have one wish, that would be it. Why, why, why? I didn't ask for this, I never wanted any of this. I've felt that way for so many years that I just can't believe that will ever change. I just wish I could go to sleep and never ever wake up. I don't want to deal with this, but at the same time I keep thinking about it.
To sum it up, f*ck it all, f*ck everyone around me.
(Please don't feel the need to reply, I know there's not much anyone can say, I just needed to get some of it off my chest)