AA is not taking his uncle's murder well. He's sad. And angry. He broke down and cried again tonight. I'm trying to hold him together but I can't. I'm having enough trouble with my own emotions right now. I was cleaning my room some and I found a folder from my first psych ward stay. It had my discharge papers and they had my diagnosis. I never read them before and the doctors at the psych ward never told me my diagnosis. It had two. One was other bipolar. I've wondered in the past if I was bipolar or not. I almost don't want to be. But it makes sense. Especially with how I've been. Reckless. Easily irritated. Happy. Angry. Wanting to get high. Wanting to cut. Things like that. It's not working out well. I don't know what else to say.