Scared

I dont even know what Im doing here. I have so much to say,but not enough to say it with. Ive missed school for two weeks now I know its my bipolar acting up. I dont have any money, I dont have a job, yet, I have to depend on Patrick (which sucks by the way). I want a canon camera to start my Photography career. I want to go to photography school forget social work. I was made like my father- the bastard that he is-i want meant to be a photographer like him and publish a photography book. I suck at this, my writing sucks. At school, in my English class, all I get is C- which suck for my morale. Im sitting in my living room, watching my son play grand theft auto-a violent game by the way.