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I've been so up lately. Possibly even happy. School's going well so far this semester. My social life is better than it's been in a really long time. I'm dating FOUR guys! I love my apartment. I'm content with the way I look. Everything seems pretty wonderful. But I still have moments like these. Moments when life seems so unclear. Moments when I wonder if it's even worth it. They say it's just a part of my illness. The meds help A LOT. But every once in awhile this feeling comes back. I'm optimistic, hopeful that it's fleeting, just a brief interruption to the contentment I've so come to enjoy.