Why can't everything just be super easy?

The boy informed me today that he thinks he is bipolar. I appreciate the honesty, but now I'm a little nervous. This is mainly because I am sort of fickle when it comes to relationships, and I don't want to end up hurting him. But then again, he did say he was self diagnosing. I always assumed that if you were bipolar, you'd know it way before you were 27. (which he is...)

Anyhow, that's all I got tonight. Shanghai = sleepy.