Through the whole thing, I only lost a few friends. One of which I really want back, but he won't return any of my emails. WE were buddies for a while, laughing at our drunkenness. WE bonded over the craziness of being bipolar.

He's gone now.

Back when I was psychotic, I would think I saw him in town, jogging around without his shirt on. There's Thomas. WE would coolly cross paths, but never speak.

He owns one of the largest houses in the area just a few miles away.

One day, I'll get lost and go up to his driveway.

This was my fantasy while playing psychosis.

NO. He doesn't want to speak to me. 9.