Keeping track of changing music tastes when transitioning from depression to hypomania is a real pain in the ass.
Weeks ago: "Let's try this song. And that one. And these two. OK, that works."
Now: "Fuck this song. Fuck that song. And those two. Fuck ALL of that."
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Interspersed with the occasional "huh, don't remember liking this recently."
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