In order to be alive, we must live with emotion; because without emotion we're only existing.

A life filled, not with events but with tears of sadness and fantastic ecstasy. A kettle of emotions in which I suffer, overcome and survive.

I look inwards and realize what Bipolar means to me, instead of focusing on what others claim it should mean. I believe this is the only way to truly accept my illness and myself.

Who said you can't feel pain in dreams, sometimes dreams hurt the most.

It's easy to judge another, when you yourself have not yet been judged.

Goals can be reached, I think dreams can too.