My Manic-Depressive mind

My name is Amelia Jenkins.

I'm female, average height, average weight, average looks; blue/green/grey eyes with average shoulder length curly hair, a few pathetic freckles on my pale ass skin.

as i said; i'm a pretty average looking female.

people who are tight with me usually call me silly little nicknames, but i haven't seen these people for a few years now, so forget i said anything.

To be honest i'm not sure why i felt the need to tell you that irrelevant information, you're never going to know me, this will be my final words. i suppose i wanted to put a name to the body? who knows?

I sure as hell don't anymore. Ha, who am i kidding? I never have.

Anyway. back to the original reason i'm here.

About 3 years ago I've been diagnosed with being manic depressive, most commonly known as 'Bi Polar disorder,' ever since that I've been trying to deal with these insane mental ups and downs as good as I can.

Evidence proves i'm not doing a good job on dealing with these 'ups and downs'

Most of the time my writing and art work helps me in all this chaos, but then i realized aint nobody going to look at my pathetic doodles and word vomit covered pages, so that dream died along with any self-worth illusions i once had.

But if you're hoping for a classic happy, illogical ending in this story, stop reading now because I'm going to have to disappoint you; there won't be one.

why?

because this is my reality.