Bipolar? Or watching Ingmar Bergman Swedish movies?
No, just an angsty teenager. I didn't like myself come puberty, like many kids don't. I didn't fit in. I was, in hindsight, annoying. And as a de fence mechanism, I blamed everyone but myself, because I certainly wasn't the problem, no sir-ee. I was smart, special, incredibly kind, creative and attention had to be on me at all time because who the hell could possibly more worthwhile than me? I was an unrecognized genius, I knew, and I bettered the world just by being myself. And they'd all come to see that.
Fuck, I hate puberty-me so bad.
It's easier to build up your vision of yourself than it is to actually face yourself and try to improve on your faults.