Look, this is a diary of a mental case. I'm lovable enough, I'm easy to hate, I'm kind enough to hurt you when I'm off having a breakdown and not around. I seem sane enough, you'll never think "said" breakdown is coming, there will be a- TON of seemingly false alarms. They will TRICK you, into believing you've weathered the worst, they will TRICK me into thinking, I've found some way to manage this living thing. It will all be a lie. This is my life, an absolute mess, but it's here, to be read.
I am nothing, go find your something somewhere else.