This is my explanation of my brain on mania: Such intricate details being garbled and washed away by the shear mass of thoughts flooding my mind.
I thought it was getting better, but yesterday was hard for me. I could have cut more, but stupid stuff like the fear of someone asking me about it stopped me.
Some days I want to be better. Yesterday was not one of those days. I wanted to be sick enough to be locked away or commit suicide. But I’m not, though that didn’t stop the reckless behavior.
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