TwoAwesomeDinos

I walk through the forrest. The forest. Otherwise known as my escape. This one cluster of nature hold all of my most precious memorys. All of the only happy memorys I have happened right here. I sit on a rock. Every sunday when I was younger, my dad would take me to this very spot. I would sit on his lap while he sat on the rock, and we both enjoyed what we called "our" ice cream, which was just pink bubblegum flavored. He would tell me stories about how this rock got here. Once it was an astroid from outerspace. Another time, it was a magic rock which was found underground and placed her, so if anyone sat on this rock, they would be ha

They stare at me. The point at me. They whisper about me. They talk about me. They stay away from me. I do all I can do to stop the pain and misery, but why don't they see that I try? I want to be one of them. To run around around freely, without someone watching me, thinking I'm crazy. I want to skip the pills I take in the morning. I want to only use that razor for it's proper use. I want to skip constant trips to a therapist. I want people to stop saying I need to go to a mental institution. I want all this gone. But no. It can't be. Bipolar disorder has destroyed everything I have. Crushed me down. Laughed at me as I fell to the g