2:32 AMSo it's 4:39 a.m. and I can't sleep again. Ughhh, this is one of those times I really hate being bipolar... it seems we all are cursed with sleep issues.
I actually got the balls up to write George a letter explaining what happened to me this past summer when I wrote that strange email. I also wanted to express my sympathy over... well, I'm not quite sure yet but something bad happened. I don't really know why I try to be civil towards him except I am beginning to understand that is just the type of person I am. Forgive, forgive, forgive. You can blame my mother for that. :P ;)
I wish I could go back in time though and handle things differently, even though I know I couldn't even if I tried. Bipolar disorder is a wiley friend to have along for the ride.
I just said a prayer to God on behalf of this all. I am hoping that prayer gets answered soon.