Ships are safe in harbors. But that's not what ships are meant for. My life used to be full of inspiring hopes and dreams. I remember those days. Now it's just shit. I wake up everyday wondering "where did the old me go" and when did it leave and HOW can I get it back? I suffer from bipolar disorder every fucking day of my life. It's hard. I'm a 18 year old trash bag girl and have no friends, a family who blocked my phone number and a fake boyfriend. I need to take this ship out of the harbor and live. But can I?All Rights Reserved