Short Simple

I am having trouble coming up with a topic to write on today. I know it sounds surprising that I would actually start writing with a topic in mind if you have notices how much my focus weaves in and out.

My father calls me Antisocial. I don’t think he quite gets how extreme the meaning of that word it. It isn’t something you are just because you don’t want to go to your cousins Open House.

My family also calls me shy, which I might be. I really don’t know. I had a horrible roommate last year that got on my back about being able to communicate in emails what I couldn’t in real life.

I don’t think he quite understood anything about me, which is easy to understand because I was suffering from Bipolar disorder and had no idea what was going on at the time.

I did a lot of embarrassing things, but he crossed the line very early on. Anyways, I don’t really want to talk about that. I was out of my mind and functioning. I was able to hold back the storm until the very last day of the school year, it was that day when I turned in my final project, and that very night I stayed up thinking demons were being pulled out of my head. The next day after a twisted path I was in the mental hospital.

P.S. Check out the link hidden in the picture, and read a bit of the dance contest. :)