Guilt.

Guilt. A strong feeling that haunts most of us. To feel bad, to regret...

I hate guilt. I hate it because that's all I ever feel. The guilt of destroying people around me with my own suffering.

The guilt of letting everyone down. The guilt of no matter how hard I try, it's never enough for anyone.

The guilt of all that I've done during a manic episode. The guilt of the delusions, the crazy shit that I once done.

I live with this constant twist in the stomach, that overwhelming lump in my throat.