having bipolar isnt that bad.

i get mad at irritating things.

words hurt me.

if i get mad i can still be nice to other people. im just mad at that person.

im a very layed back person.

not getting mii way dosnt bother me.

mii friends love to hang out with me becasue im easygoing. and i dont like fights and worthless arguments.

i dont like yelling at all. and i dont like arguing.

to me it serves no point.

i like to lay back and chill i work out alot.

im going through health issues.

alot of people that have this disorder like me should stay away from arguments and fights.

dont fight with them trust me me i dont stop when i know im right and i dont stop till i win the fight.

the last thing you shouldnt do is not let them talk to other people.

to me thats my comfort zone other people.

when i get in big fights with my parents i immidiately call my friends to come get me.

i dont like when my dad gets physical with me.

i hate it when he dose  that.

but in all honesty i was abused by my adopted parents and i took alot of it for my twin sister.

she would always make life a living hell for me.

and would make my parents more mad at me.

my sister instagates stuff.

in our life as identical twins.

we were and are not anything alike.

she was always the good twin (that pops pills and cuts herself) she was always a snitch.

she dose alot of bad stuff and i never ever told my parents about that not even when i was mad.

when she got mad at me she made sure i got a beating.

i remember i was 5 i had burned myself with the clothes iron and i cryed because it hurt and it turned into a beating.

and i had to where heavy makeup all over my body and my face.

my twin sister turned the computer off wrong and she was going to get her (spankin.) and i cryed and then it turned into another long beating.

well i could right story after story about that but its irrelivant now.

i was 12 and i was going to this new christian school.

there was this guy who liked me i still remember everything about him.

he just asked me out.

and i said yes.

about a week or so later i got up late because i had just started my period and my cramps where REALLY bad.

i was anarexic at the time and so it mad it worse.

i wasnt dressed and then he threw me out of bed.

i was pissed off. i will say.

then he took his leather beld and started smaking me allover with it.

i mannaged to escape if you will say out of my room and he chased me and smaked me over and over and over with the belt.

i barly got out of the house covered in blood.

called the poliece.

ha.

they came and told me there was nothing they could do because he has the right to dicipline me the way he sees fit.

i think thats bullshit!

and they wanna call me bipolar.

the next time my dad hit me i faught back and it got pretty bad doors split in half and walls busted open.

i was hospitalised.

and again i whent back.

there was nothing they can do.

the endless days and nights of tourcher and fights with my parents made me a meaner person.