B I P O L A R. Mumbling to myself, my friends ask, "---, what are you doing?" I don't acknowledge them, continuing to mumble. Once I snap out of it, they look at me, "What was that all about?" I reply, "What did I say?" And they said back to me in a shallow voice, "Why are you killing her? Stop!" They continued to repeat what I'd mumbled, "What are you doing?! She did nothing wrong!" I ask for help. But nobody came.