I can physically feel the exhaustion hit as my brain chemistry changes. I'm sick of going from one extreme to another a dozen times a day. 

How do other people exist on a "normal" level? What's it like to not jump between euphoria and suicidal ideation every single day? It's not enjoyable to be the "quirky, crazy" one. I don't need to be anyone's manic-pixie-dream-girl. This is fucking horrible.