Excepts of a book I'll never write

I don't really know why I'm writing this. Or who would read it honestly.
Honestly I just feel like feelings are haywire and I'm broken. Different really, Literally like the bad batch of cookies your sister tries to cook compared to the amazing ones your grandmother makes, like that different.

This isn't the normal ride in the park.
I don't have a crush on this boy who likes me back and we live happily ever after.
Honesty I don't even like a boy right now.

My mom has cancer and she's fighting it. Because she's a fighter. She's a fighter.

I'm not this gorgeous girl who's insecure about her body but is honestly really beautiful.
I am insecure. More than people think.

My bipolar disorder is not always in check and my moods are off most of the times which interfere with my depression.

I have good friends are I don't get bullied and I have normal grades in school.

I'm telling you this is not the average life.
Let me sum it up -

I'm a bipolar, depressed girl with a mom with cancer but I don't get bullied and my grades don't suck.

BASICALLY there is no other explanation other then Im just different.
And I'm trying to be ok with that.

xxx Ano