Same song and dance. Mind racing. Euphoria. Can't sleep. Bipolarcel mania coming on like a floodwave. Might commit myself if I stay up all night. You can't even escape being mogged in the psychward. All the alt-borderline foids fawning over giga-schizos while you rot in your green-coloured room in hospital rags. Straight-jacket and padded room, here I come. It's over for insane-cels.
