“A true friend is someone who thinks you are a good egg even though he knows you are slightly cracked.” Isn’t this true! I have known a lot of people in my life, but few people truly know the “real” me. I either expose my bipolar or not. Some people don’t care. Other people look at you like you’re gonna get a gun out and go postal. I wish I could be honest with everyone and not be judged. I NEVER asked to have a mental illness. Oh by the way God, bless me with this gift.
I go about my life hiding from friends and enemies. I just don’t let people get close to me. I build walls around my heart. I’m afraid that if I don’t do this they will not like what they see on the inside. I just want to be “normal,” whatever that is.
I don’t rock the boat with people. I sit still and just let life happen. I feel so far away from my friends. Some are in other states, some are close by. Why can’t I just be me? I so badly want to be the Lise that God made me to be, flaws in all.
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