Help

Monologue I wrote. This girl needs a sense of humor yet hidden sadness.

Help. That is was I need. I am bipolar, do you know what that is? I'll tell you with out all the medical bull. Being bipolar means life is harder then those who are not. Being bipolar means depression, mania, sex, and risks. You cry at the little things, laugh at the hard. You go through period of not wanting to do anything and periods of not being able to sit down. The sex, you want it. More sexual experiences, even if you don't enjoy it. The risks, oh God the risks. Jumping out of second story window at 3 am to meet a guy 5 years older then you-priceless. I need help. Do I want it? NO! Do I need it? YES.