I wish I had someone here who understood.

Sometimes?

I just feel so alone. So empty.

I can so hear my mom right now, along with every other churchgoer – you just need Jesus.

Well, sorry to tell ya suhckahs: I got Jesus…or more correctly He got me.

Whichever is the correct english.

It’s just that this funk – again what I call the depression of my bipolar crazy – likes to make me feel empty.

And I hate that feeling. Like I’m standing in a room, screaming for help and no one hears – or for that matter cares.

I just wish someone would stop trying to fix me and just tell me: I’m sorry.

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