I can't do it. I didn't even want to get out of my bed this morning. My
world just crashed and I wonder why I would want to get up. There isn't
anything. And yet I know I am blind. My mood dropped faster than I thought
it would. I am by no means proud. I just want to cry. It doesn't feel like
I
want to smoke. So it all doesn't make any sense to me.
PolarBear
--
"Failing to prepare is preparing to fail"
I will not fail. I will prove that Bipolars can
stay quit too
