People call me/I call myself The Zombie.

I see myself as I don’t see myself when I look in the mirror, I see what I’m supposed to be.

If I thought you cared and you were listening, I would tell you Death is easy, Life is hard, don’t waste a second and DON’T TAKE THE COWARDS WAY OUT!

I am struggling with My progressing Bipolar disorder is destroying my relationship with my friends, girlfriend, & my own family.

I don’t understand what it is like to be happy anymore.

I feel unworthy of love, friendship, and everything else that I am so blessed to have.

Something I have been keeping a secret is I often fantasize about killing myself and how much better off everyone would be without me.

I am trying to think positive and something I’m good at is I am good at making other people happy. I thrive on the fact that if I can’t be happy someone else can.

I love Almost nothing anymore.

I want people to know I do not know you, I have never met you, yet I wish you the best in this crazy endeavorer called life.The