So what changed that made me write this story of my tale. I'm not sure. If I was so broken and felt so down in the dumps moments before why could I continue this written story of mine. I guess that's what being bipolar in my head meant. I would always carry a stupid little hope in my heart that something would change. Maybe it was stupid, but I couldn't deny it. Because if I did the pain would just grow worse, and I was tired of the pain more than any apathy.