Bipolar

November 3, 2017

November 3, 2017

Yesterday was Day Three of feeling Alive. I began the day filled with energy. Two hours and twenty-three minutes of sleep was just enough for me to be able to conquer the day. I had no time to eat breakfast, but to make sure I was able to maintain my energy, I consumed a seemingly large cup of coffee; Black. Coffee makes me crazy, but I wanted to feel as much as I could before I didn't feel anything again. In English Class, we made it to Act 3 of Hamlet. Mrs. Rogalcheck asked for volunteers to play some of the characters. I stood up right away and said firmly "Hamlet". That's the character I wanted to read. Mrs. Rogalcheck had asked me to take a seat, but allowed me to be Hamlet anyway. I noticed how my classmates were looking at me, they were rolling their eyes and being very rude. They were just jealous that they couldn't be Hamlet like me. When it came time to read the Soliloquy "To Be or Not to Be" in Act III, I got really excited. I took the book and stepped onto my desk. I began to read Hamlet's contemplation of suicide and was angry and sad. I took off my shirt as a metaphor representing Hamlet's want to be cleansed of his evil thoughts. At the end of the speech I even cried. Sometimes I feel like Hamlet. When I was finished with the reading, Mrs. Rogalcheck sent me down to the guidance office. That made me feel super bad because I thought I did a really good job. Mr. Edwards, my counselor, was going to call my parents, but I begged him not to because I knew what my Dad would think; that I wanted attention. But I don't care for attention, sometimes I don't know why I do things. Last night my energy was still there, and I couldn't sleep. My mind was running in circles. I felt very guilty about being sent to Mr. Edwards office. When it hit 2:00am, I couldn't take it anymore and ran down to the Church by the dead end on my street, and repented for my sins. That made me feel a lot better.

Written by: Conure Richardson.