I am not really sure if I was manic back then but I guess I might have been.

Long story as short as can be:

Dumped my boyfriend of six years (amazing decision, not manic one), fell in love with a drug dealer in Southamerica, moved in with him, went regularly to the favelas of Rio to buy drugs, once got caught, spoke ten minutes in fluent portuguese to one of the two police men to tell the other one who was standing three meters away that I didn't understand a word of portuguese, bribed them and got the drugs back, went partying. Split up with my boyfriend because he stole money from me to buy more drugs (I was not using regularly, he was), got back with him, split up again, got back with him, travelled back to Germany, decided I wanted him to visit me, paid his flight and German lessons and also his passport, realized I was going to have te devil itself visit me and how many debts I had made, broke up four days before his flight, went IP.

Kind of love the story though.