"And I wouldn't marry me either, pathological people pleaser."

Maybe he wasn't amazing at controlling his Bipolar disorder, but James was getting on well lately. No spirals, which was surprising, considering he was always stressed when new school years started. He had a feeling about this year, bad or good, he didn't know. But he knew it would be important. Over the summer he'd realized something dreadful. He'd fallen out of love with Lily, and even though she was never his, it felt like a punch to the gut. He didn't know how it happened, he'd managed other summers and still loved her, but this one was different. He felt new, worth something, and he didn't want to waste any time before graduation just waiting for love. But even with that realization, he hated the feeling of falling out of love. It made him feel disloyal. Maybe he was insane, though. He had no idea, really. His mind was always a bit of a mess. But, honestly? Lily's constant rejection messed with his head sometimes. He would love a life with someone, a marriage, a family, but who would marry him? Right now, on the first sunset of his sixth year, he sat in silence by the Black Lake, trying to sort out the feelings he was struggling with. He wouldn't marry himself, either, he was too much of a people-pleaser.