So yeah, I guess this is mania, just like a vacation back to the old personality. Nice parts: I’m used to going about life like normal like this. Shitty parts: there’s no fun hyperactivity, or passion, or creativity, it’s all going into anxiety. Which isn’t even as bad as the old personality was and still sucks. I caught myself convincing myself that everyone somewhere I go hates me by working up a bouncing-path reasoning that could conceivably account for two separate things I encountered.