If Talking Were Aerobic, I'd Be The

Mistakes Are A Drag, Because You Get In The Area Of Regret And Self-pity.

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

If You're Manic-depressive And You're Functioning In This World And Doing It All Well, I Think, Wow, You Should Be Proud Of Being Able To Say, This Is What I'm Getting Through Right Now.

I Think Of My Body As A Side Effect Of My Mind. Like A Thought I Had Once That Manifested Itself-- Oops! Oh No! Manifested. Look At This. Now We Have To Buy Clothes And Everything.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.