Sure, right now is shitty. Today is shitty. The past couple of weeks have been shitty. But I look back to my 25 years of existence and think, Not bad. Not bad at all.

Quarter of a life

So I guess that was it, my first 25 years on this earth. Do I regret anything? I'm not sure. It's hard to say when you just lost your job for no good reason, just a state of being bipolar and irresponsible.

When I first found out I was bipolar, I lived it. I consciously did. Later on, I realized that I shouldn't. Because it doesn't define me. Then I forgot. I forgot that I had to take care of myself. That I would go overboard if I wasn't careful. So this is the lesson of my 25th birthday. Tread lightly and carefully.

Maybe I'll find a way out of this; I usually do.

I need a routine. I need to be healthy again.