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I sense that soon I'll be back to no food, no sleep, no slowing down, clothes-making, stencil-spraying manic self. I like this form of myself better, but it always scares me, just knowing that I can't control it and it isn't real. Not that sleeping all the time and feeling bad for myself is real either...I was just starting to get comfortable with this one. I'll adjust soon enough. I always do...at least this way I'm more productive and happier(?). I just wish my emotions made sense...and by "made sense," I mean are actual reactions to my surroundings. I know for the next month nothing will be able to upset me, which is great, but when I crash again, its going to tear me apart. Buh. Life is a fucking crazy ride.