Scribble, scribble, scribble. So many thoughts and none of them make sense. Tick, tick, tick- why is today so slow? I have things to do, places to be, but the clock is a weight that I can't get out from under. My head is so full it might burst! All I want to do is get out of here. I hate the way people look at me. I know they know! I've read this paragraph 3 times and I feel like it's lacking, something, personality maybe. But this is me at my worst. Or my best. Whichever way you want to look at it. I prefer to look at it sideways. Which brings me back to my point- do any of you feel like others know that you're bipolar though you haven't told them? Or am I alone in my paranoia?
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