I wish people were there for me, I wish people knew what to say.
As it happens, most people don't know how to handle it (the psychosis).
HOw do you get a friend to help without being swallowed up into the paranoia?
Now, as I'm just battling depression, I expect my friends to be supportive and comforting--not absent.
STill, people run away from what they don't know, what they don't understand, and what they fear.
I'm a scary creature. I'm a few bad days from downing lithium pills mixed with booze.
Run away from me, please, if it makes you feel better.
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