Believe me, I didn't think there was some princely family I belonged to.
Good anecdote--bad reality.
I grew up knowing that I had the prettiest mother of anyone in my class.
I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.
I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions