Me &amp; Hypomanic Me are two different people.
I wish people would understand. 
I always reminisce on old friendship &amp; relationship. 
I couldn’t maintain anymore, it wasn’t them it was me. 
My brain tricks me into thinking everyone hates me or better yet, they don’t love me. 
I feel alone. 
My sensory is off, I don’t like being touched at all. 
I look at old photos of myself &amp; just cry. 
There’s a saying “When elephants fight, only the grass suffers” 
I feel like a child watching a nasty divorce, as I watch my life from a chair behind my eyes with my hand cuffed to the seat. 
Sometimes I scream, cry, shout, want a tattoo, buy a land in a city I can’t pronounce, finance a $30,000 car in the same week, while I pull my clothes out of the hamper to smell check. 
I’m a fucking mess.
Crying. 
I just want to be normal. 
This is my new normal. 
Once an aspiring Dr., I was redirected to work another job. 
The realization of a permanent residency in my mind, scares me. 

Am I the only one?