How do different music genres affect mood in teens, boys vs. girls?

During my last mania I slept 2 hours every other night..... masturbated constantly..... spent thousands of dollars on "beach" stuff on ebay (driftwood, shells, beach glass, etc) to make mobiles..... then I decided to drive to the ocean (from Wisconsin) to collect beach trash. Real trash... bottles, cans, pop tops, plastic 6 pack holders, just trash, but it had to come from the beach. I was going to make these incredible mobiles that would sell for thousands of $$ each and be displayed in a gallery in New York!

All from trash! I'm a phucking genius! I started cooking and taking everyday recipes and making them diabetic friendly... I have ton's of pictures of said food (food should be as beautiful as it tastes)... so one of my awake nights I started a blog.... where again I was sure I could make enough money to supplement my disability income..... After about 3 months I crashed.... which for me is a slow process.... the depression begins before the mania is ready to let go and thus is born a mixed episode.

All this lovely energy but my mind turns morbid. And gruesome. I imagine my death in the bloodiest ways possible.... and not just my death but If I were to walk in front of a semi going 70 on the freeway..... what would the clean up be like?

Do they come out with shovels (after closing the freeway) and scrape pieces of me off the freeway? Just hose the blood and small bits off the side of the road? What about the truck?

Do they attempt to pick the little pieces of me out of the front grill or do they just replace it? So many ways to die in a bloodbath. What if I BBQed my hands?

It would be awesome to have grill marks on my palms..... at 4 am... seal all the heating vents with plastic because I'm afraid I might get carbon monoxide poisoning (It's August....) close all the windows and curtains tight so no one can see me. Eat only the herbs and tomatos that I grew myself for a week because anything from the store is likely poisoned. And lamb testicles, because they came from my local lamb farm that I trust.... and the freezer is full of them because I was going to create a beautiful lamb testicle dish and the world would love testicles.... Then one night I am tired..... and I go to sleep..... and I sleep for 46 hours.

When I get up I move to the couch and sleep for 20 more.... and the depression begins.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.