Dont really feel like making a whole blog post about it but I'm not really doing the greatest. I'm five seconds away from committing myself, I'm THAT serious about doing something I might regret. I have ceased my communication with my best friend because my bipolar mood swing bullsh*t has gotten so out of hand that I'm continuesly upsetting her or fighting with her, so I decided it was best to just stop talking to her altogether. I've also deactivated my facebook account because it feels like every 'friend' I have on there is fake and only cares about the latest gossip and not wether or not I'm legitametly okay or not. So what's the point? I dont talk to anyone, I dont visit anyone, and no one does the same for me. So there's no f*cking point in attempting to. I'm done. I'm done attempting to help other people and I'm done making the effort to talk to others when the bottom line is that they just dont give a sh*t if I were here every day or if I was dead. They'd move on to the next bit of drama and forget my very existance. I simply dont give a sh*t anymore. Surgery isnt happening, yet the bruising/rashes/backpain/agony/dysphoria persists. Basically been told flat out that the insurance company doesnt give a sh*t if its mentally and emotionally damaging for me to have them, as well as causing me every day pain. They just dont give a f*ck. So why should I? After a while, people just get really tired of being tired. They get really sick of feeling sick. And theyre just really f*cking done with fighting. Warren