Came back to California from Alaska to watch my best friend die of cancer and now surviving by rolling coins and food stamps. The dreams are all basically dead and it's better that way. Basically I'm far left of center, politically incorrect and hold very few things sacred.....in other words I didn't quite turn out to be the good catholic girl they wanted me to be. Latest diagnosis is not depression, it's Bipolar 2. At least now I can threaten to tweak my meds and turn into hypomaniac super bitch - complete with purple leopard cape spreading mayhem, carnage and cocktails. Why the hell couldn't I have Bipolar 1 and have some fun Charlie Sheen moments?
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