It’s quite sad when you lay in bed and stop to think deeply about how you have changed drastically. How your view has changed negatively, how you just now assume people are all quite the same and that well love is never love anymore no being takes love seriously any longer. It’s also sad to see how it seems my mind mentally is beginning to believe what my ex lover use to tell me. Maybe he is right. Maybe I am nothing but a fussy bipolar b**** what a grotesque thing to be.