31/12/1969 17:52:00

Side A

Track 1

Manic Aftermath

I said that there would be a part two to help explain the depression. But, if you paid any attention at all last time, you should realize that probably won't happen. And now you're probably saying, "Moron, isn't this a part two?" My answer is no. No it is not. This is more of an afterthought. It's not what I had planned. I guess I really didn't have a plan before, though…I wonder if I'll end up keeping this in my wallet like my other one. I keep it there to remind myself to keep my feet on the ground. I doubt it will work, though.

I noticed early this morning that my fingers looked pretty good. My cuticles weren't torn up like usual, other than a small cut on my left index finger. I tend to pick at them without realizing it. I figured that it was probably because I was busy with my hands all weekend (not like that, you perverts). I actually kept myself busy…got two things done. That's pretty good, when it comes to me. If I get anything done, it's a miracle. I usually make it through half of one of my "projects" before I give up or lose interest and move on to the next one. My mind can't stay in one place too long. Like right now, for example. I don't remember what all I was going to write about because I moved to a more comfortable location to write.

Where was I? Cuticles, right?

Right…well. I was pretty happy about it. As the morning went on, I realized that I was picking at them again. So now, though they're not nearly as bad as they usually are, they're not as nice as they were this morning. It's kind of disappointing.

I hate how I write…I become careless and my writing gets bigger and sloppier as I go on. But I think maybe it's because I'm writing with a blue pen. I despise blue pens.

You know, I feel like I need to apologize. This isn't like the last one that I wrote. You guys probably weren't expecting something so mediocre for a follow up. For that, I am sorry. And though, last time, I was, in fact, the narrator…I addressed you. I didn't say 'I' but once or twice, and that was in dialogue. So, I apologize for this "first person" business. Plus, my sentences seem to be lacking clever analogies and strong vocabulary that help convey my emotions. Once again, sorry.

I'm not quite sure what's wrong with me right now. The mania I was talking about before…the day before I wrote it, I came down from my manic high. Crashed down, I should say. But it's the strangest thing…I braced myself for the depression that always follows…but this time, nothing happened. I mean, I was upset for a moment or two, but there was no severe aftermath. I actually felt okay. Not the euphoric state I'm in when I'm manic…but not the sad either. I was just…content. Happy.

I don't know.

Confusing.
I'll keep you updated.

AUTHOR NOTE

Hey guys. I apologize. I wrote this yesterday and I wasn't feeling quite the same as I did the day before with my mania paper. The others will be better, I'm sorry. You have to remember though…I'm writing as me. I'm writing my thoughts. They just work for Mello as well. Makes for a good story and whatnot. Reviews would be lovely! -sheepy