Wednesday afternoon I suddenly switched from a month of vague self-hatred (and a week of specific) to a sudden shimmering conquering confidence; Thursday evening I rattled off a few multi paragraph posts on The Nature Of Important Things; Friday morning and I still can’t get drunk enough to fall asleep, guess I’m in manic stage

I don’t have a thing against self-diagnosis as such (obvs., type II bipolar/”type II ‘bipolar’” tyvm) but a lot of the people who catch shit for it I mean correct, you can tell from their writing they don’t even have first-order self-awareness on lock