There Is, In The End, The Letting

My Relationships With Both My Mother And Father Are Good. We Spent Several Difficult Years Hashing Over The Problems And The Past, And Worked Out A Fairly Solid Middle Ground. I Wouldn't Say My Relationship With Either Of Them - They're No Longer Together - Is Exactly Typical, But That Would Be Difficult After All We Went Through.

So Many Means Of Self-destruction, So Little Time.

But New Love Only Lasts So Long, And Then You Crash Back Into The Real People You Are, And From As High As We Were, It's A Very Long Fall, And We Hit The Ground With A Thud.

There's Childhood And Early Onset Bipolar, But It Transitions In Your Early Adulthood Into Something A Little Bit Different, And Extremely Severe. It Was At That Time That My Impulse Control Just Went Out The Window. Impulse Control When You're Manic Just Disappears.

Falling In Love Happens So Suddenly That It Seems, All At Once, That You Have Always Been In Love.