When I am depressed I feel guilty and hopeless.

When I am hypomanic I am on top of the world. Everything makes sense. Connections! Plans! Friends! Sex!

When I am manic, things make “too” much sense. I become cynical, arrogant, and an asshole without even caring. I can feel the guilt from my actions in these moments at the same time I feel as though I try to stifle it.

Who am I?