Even the few friends I haven't managed to drive off don't know about my bipolar. It's not something I talk about. The people who do know are others I know with severe problems, in the hope that it will help them with what they suffer from.
Overall I hate people with bipolar. They are some of the whiniest people I meet and can't ever take responsibility for what hey do. Even worse are the fakers, the people who like to pretend they're bipolar. If they understood the true implications of it maybe a few of them wouldn't. They hurt more than anything though, other people see them and think the represent bipolar. Just a big fake. Something that's all in your head. Something that doesn't seem like that big a deal.
So goes my life in hell.