The Thing I Know About Bipolar Disorder Is That It's A Label. One You Give Crazy People. Labels Like

The thing I know about Bipolar Disorder is that it's a label. One you give crazy people. Labels like 'Bipolar' say this is why you are the way you are. This is who you are. They explain people away as an illness.

All The Bright Places (Pg. 271-271)

And no matter how many times I tried to figure her out No matter how many sleepless nights I gave  No matter how many odd and winding conversations we had I could not know her For she was the unknowable                                                                                                                                                                                                        And no matter how many times I tried to figure it out Why exactly I was drawn to her No matter how many times I tried to stop No matter how many times I tried to leave I could not know why For love was the unknowable

All The Things I Never Told You

*@writerscreed*

The Scary Place

It is a scary place. My mind.                                                                                  A madhouse.                                                                                                          A circus.                                                                                                                  A laboratory.                                                                                                            A burning house.                                                                                                      A prison.                                                                                                                A funhouse mirror room.                                                                                          There is nowhere to run.                                                                                        Nowhere to hide.                                                                                                  Anyone stuck in here would go mad.                                                                      I'm sure you understand.                                                                                          No, you couldn't. No one can.                                                                                  I am not insane.                                                                                                 Just driven to it by being trapped in here for 14 years and counting.                      My thoughts hunt me down. Bully me. Push me. Break me. 

It is a scary place, my mind.                                                                                I am terrified to be left alone here.                                                                        Left alone with these thoughts.                                                                            No longer my own.                                                                                                Were they ever?                                                                                                 How can such vicious things come from me?                                                          These screaming, yelling, screeching things.                                                    They reverberate through my skull.                                                                         Until I cover my ears and beg for mercy.

And

There 

Is

None. 

I scream.                                                                                                                Till the shouting is all I hear.                                                                                    Echoing off these in-shatterable walls.                                                                  Drowning me.                                                                                                 Drowning out everything. Everyone. 

It is a scary place, my mind.                                                                                 A torture chamber.                                                                                                An isolation cell.                                                                                                      A black hole.                                                                                                            I am petrified to be left alone with myself.                                                                Lest these thoughts kill me.

Please

Don’t

Leave.

@writerscreed

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend...                                                                                                                                                 ...I want to convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.

Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

Her heartbeat became a song I knew all the words to. A melody I could hear a thousand years from now and know it instantly, falling in love with it all over again. A song that reminds you of home. Steady and unpredictable at the same time.

Ghost Girl

I have found my family...

OMG THANK YOU I’ve never met anyone else who doesn’t like chocolate ice cream all of my friends think I’m crazy

Chocolate icecream is DISGUSTING. Like strawberry icecream doesnt taste anything like strawberries, but at least it tastes good. Chocolate Icecream came directly from hell and I pity the people that like it.