There is something about hypomania that makes it feel as though it would be more controllable, more containable in the cold.
Instead, we are having a balmy Indian summer, which only adds to my irritation.
I don't know if this is hypomania; I suspect it has gone beyond that.
Everywhere I look I see blue energy trails, like little lights. My temper is so short it's practically non-existent. And I'm only ever five minutes and two thoughts away from The Answer.
I suspect it's drug induced, so I should stop taking them, but I can't; I'm too close to The Answer.
Madness is a seductive mistress.
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Some days I feel like Betty Blue. Other days it's more like Betty Boop.
