I recently wrote about how I’d rather be manic than be depressed.
Well, now I’m depressed, so fuck the me who said that.
Depression sucks. Mania sucks.
Mania makes me want to do all the things at once. When I’m manic, I truly, honest-to-God see the madness within myself. Depression robs me of the will to do anything — including things I like to do. Things that make me feel better. This is pretty much all I can bring myself to do:
I need a vacation from my own head.