I am new here, and this life is very hard for me today. I don't know where to turn. I hope somebody can give me at least a lttle ray of hope here. This is my last resort. I went out last night with some friends. Everyone was having a really fun time. One of my girlfriends that was with us had just gotten out of the hospital, that is where I met her. Her boyfriend was killed in a motorcycle accident a month ago, and she crashed shortly after that (mentally). We were out dancing and laughing and everyone was having fun, then all of a sudden the bartender comes to tell us that somebody had complained about the way some of us were dancing on the dance floor, and said that if we didn't grow up we were gonna have to leave. I personnally , found that as a cruel and hurtful remark, probably because I have bipolar. What did she mean by that? Grow up? I pay my bills, and take care of my responsibilties? The whole mood of my friends changed and my friend that we were out to cheer up, ended up attempting suicide when she got home and is back in the hospital. I just came back from seeing her. Why do people have to interfere with others happiness? I am so down right now. I hope that I can get some encouragement here, because the outside world does not seem to understand us.
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