When I get manic I get out of control. I want everyone to step the fuck off. I want to be left alone. I don't want to have to explain myself to anyone, but this is reality so I have to.
I explain myself but really I just want to yell FUCK YOU at every person I see. For no reason.
Mania does not differentiate between friends and enemies, it is a hateful experience. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Which, potentially, is myself anyway.