Mental illness has been making me feel this way lately.
 

" When insperation was served as a side salad for madness, when they were both parts of the same phenomenon before they split, like my internal voice, like the wooden chopsticks that leave spinters in my two dollar chow fun..."

I am beginning to feel better, happier again. I have realized that I am really needy for some receptivity. I don't know if that has been a part of this whole 'therapy' sort of thing.
I have no idea what to tell therapists. I think I have an appointment with one this week or next week. I just want to tell people things, and when they hear me- and the voice becomes more than this...emptiness..it must be an emotional thing. I feel like, sharing and caring is important because a person cannot just love themselves can they? Even if they do, that doesn't cut it. Humans are social animals and cutting them off of resources is not the way to help them continue the evolution of the population, of human-kind and all it's beauty and wonders. I agree that life has been hard for some, but not for everyone. We should look on the happy side!

I have a love-hate relationship with the Romantic poets, much like I have with bipolar disorder (and myself).

Expressing yourself is very healthy. Do not hold everything inside. It can destroy you. Express your creative sub-conscious through your poetry...your art. True beauty through your writing.