gotta say. being a creative type with adhd and mood swings fuckin sucks. i feel particularly bad for like One Minute and suddenly i wanna abandon whatever im doing to write a Deep, Mournful Exploration Of The Pain I Carry In My Heart

and then a few hours later it goes away.

Me: *is sad about my childhood for a few minutes*
The Part Of My Brain That Spitballs: The protagonist is envy incarnate. They hate themselves, wishing they were literally anyone else. The story is entirely about how miserable they are, how much they hate seeing other people be happy, and how much they hate themselves for being mad that other people are happy. It is a grinding slog of pain and misery.
Me: I think I'm good actually.
TPOMBTS: You sure?