I'm 19M and bipolar and was finally correctly diagnosed after my first suicide attempt a year ago. I'm now in college and I can't even get out of bed. I sleep 14-16 hours a day and have absolutely noone. I can't make myself go to class and everytime I go, I just sit there and think about killing myself. My roommate makes fun of me for sleeping so much and being so "lazy" but obviously he doesn't understand and I wouldn't expect him to. Noone would ever understand if I tried to explain to them how hard it is to wake up and do anything. I know that I am going to be sick like this forever. I don't want to go on and don't plan on doing so. I'm physically and mentally tired of dealing with myself and being so fucked up. Nothing is set in stone yet, however I can't see past more than a few weeks. I'm actually excited that everything is "winding down" even though I know I'm not supposed to be. I'll be glad to finally feel nothing. I look forward to being nothing.