I have learned to blog again. On this page, no one can talk behind me, no one can say anything about me, no restrictions, no conditions, no compromises, just me. I miss being alone and myself. I never wanted pleasing people or compromising, or even sacrificing things to make someone happy. I stopped that last one a few years ago. But as for the others, I was never like that. But for the couple of months, I became vulnerable again, gullible. This blog was a witness for everything. But now, this blog is my only friend, my bestfriend. I'm trying to fight the tears while typing, I have been backreading through old posts everywhere. But I guess I had to wake up from that dream. Good thing no one would call me or whatsoever. Good thing I don't talk to anyone who'd remind me of how good those three months were. It was so surreal, I had to snap out of it. Once again, I am back to square one. I will try to live like it never existed. I will try to make myself feel better, and I'
Diaries of a bipolar.