Sometimes, I can be so mean that you would’ve even recognized who the hell am I. Sometimes, I can be happy and sometimes I can go over my limit to being happy. Sometimes, I am emotionless, I would just stare at the walls or things in front of me and think whatever thing pops in my mind. Sometimes, I am emotional, I would cry without any valid reason, tears will just stream down on my cheeks. I am a bipolar, I have mood swings, that’s why people find me awkward.
Without communication, there is no relationship.
Without respect, there is no love.
Without trust, there’s no reason to continue.