This took about half of the time said. I went off and played guitar. Rant coming after I finish baking cookies.

Rant: I suffer from mental illnesses. People enjoy shoving things in my face and yelling at me and just driving me nuts and my mental capacity can't take it. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I'm bi polar and people don't recognize that. People don't know what to do when I have a major mood swing. And when they go too far and make me cry, the try to act like its not their fault and that they did nothing. And its so...stupid! I hate them. I hate myself. I hate that I can't take it. And I know its not my fault, but sometimes it feels like it is. And my medicine isn't working and now my parents have to play more money to buy higher doses and I feel so guilty, because my mom doesn't get payed enough and my dad is never home. Just... sometimes I wish I could sleep forever.