THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES

I have spent this week reeling through an emotional rollercoaster— ecstasy for a few minutes before dissolving into tears the next, calm for days but depressed for weeks. I’m completely out of balance. I’m either sleeping much too much or just not enough and it’s two in the morning and I feel both manic and exhausted and I have a 18 hour day ahead of me tomorrow on five hours of sleep. 

So why can’t I stop? THinking? ABout? YOU?