The worst part about being Bipolar is that I actually am fine... But then IT comes. IT cascades over all of my hopes and fills me with unbearable enmity. IT causes me to do things to myself leaves me horrified when it retreats. Filled with such malice, that dark entity takes over me and makes me hate everything. It is a never ending cycle of "Cat-and-Mouse" between my two sides, like a civil war is taking place within myself.