everyone in my life thinks this bi-polar depression/manic/anxiety shit is fake, i’m faking it, its not real. If I just stop taking my medicine I will feel fine, just exercise it will go away. I feel like falling asleep and not waking up most days, my favorite thing to do is sleep because when i’m asleep I don’t feel the pain, I don’t feel like hurting myself, I don’t feel the anxiety. I feel nothing, whenever i’m awake I just feel like going to sleep again, I feel like hurting myself, I feel so much pain my stomach hurts, I dry heave in the mornings when I wake up with tears in my eyes, I feel like this stupid ass life i’m living just isn’t worth living, it hasn’t been worth living in a long time, I have no friends, my family thinks i’m a joke, I would rather be dead but, guess what trying to kill yourself could end up making your life more miserable if it doesn’t work, if you don’t die you could be paralyzed or be in more pain, so for now, I can’t end my life, I have to live one day at a time, one shitty day at a time, a day filled with lots of medicine, sadness, sedation and pain. and... that is all. I just wish I could feel something besides pain for more than three seconds, I wish I could really feel a glimpse of happiness, its been so long. sooo long.