It's been a while since I've been hypomanic. The last time was probably December. It's always December and summer. But December was understandable, December was a culmination. But I thought this summer could be different.
I'm lying in bed, putting myself in house arrest, to stop myself from doing hypomanic things. I've got Spotify and maybe I'll watch a movie or read a book. But it's a humid summer in my favorite city and there is so much to do and to be and I'm hypomanic and I need to contain myself.
I want to go out.
drink.
do drugs.
spend.
have sex.
let loose.
But I'm hypomanic.
So I'm lying in bed, putting myself in house arrest, to stop myself from doing hypomanic things.
