I take it all back, I am miserable and everything sucks. I am stupid, my thesis is going to kill me, I foresee a lot of locking myself in the bathroom and crying in my near future, and I will be amazed if I make it to December and don't fail at everything. I have to run a major campus event in a week and the closer it gets, the more sure I am that I'm going to fuck the whole thing up. Everyone who depends on me or expects me to live up to a standard is going to be disappointed.

So the lesson here is: don't talk about your rapid cycling bipolar disorder if you don't want it to completely fuck you over again.