Lisa, my g/f, has seen a side of me that not many know. I mean, just about everyone has seen me depressed, but not at my lowest. I say and do many stupid things when I hit the bottom. Unlike most people however she understands. I hate being bipolar; one minute being happy and the next becoming a mess of death and disasterous depression. At least I've learned to control it and not to become suicidal as I always used to be. Thank the gods I can stay sane. I'm really happy with life at the moment, but these attacks of depression just become worse every time I turn around. The only thing holding me together is my ability to suck in the possitive energy around me and stay calm. Maybe someday it'll all go away, but I'm almost certain that death will ring clear before that ever happens.