A Short Account of a Depressing Experience Involving Manic Actions and the Sky

Literally a non-fiction short account of a depressing experience involving manic actions and the sky... among many other things. I don't care about how many reads or comments or votes this gets because it isn't a proper work. This is me; a messy, jumbled, unstable human. My thoughts are just there. There was no way I could recount the whole experience, so I stuck to the key points. This isn't meant to be heart wrenching, poetic or whatever. It's just me.