The Last Catastrophe

Should we even wrestle with this anymore? I'm getting so burnt out. One day is a great day and the next is worse than the worst it's been. I would rather be steadily unhappy than on this exhausting emotional roller coaster you've got me on...pick me up, kick me down, and repeat the cycle.
The good days are so good. I wake up with the sun streaming across my bedroom floor and its warmth beating down on my face. A quick stretch and I'm wide awake, sticking my iPod on the dock, blaring the giddy-happy country music, and of course, dancing my way around the room to begin the routine of the day. I can't stop laughing, can't stop smiling, and I'm brimming with energy. You've got me so high.
The bad days are nasty. The sun is annoying as it comes through my window, interrupting a sleep that I don't want to end because I don't want to face the day, however restless it was. My nightmares continue in a neverending pattern. One nightmare ends where the next one begins, and at the end of the next, I wake up again. I'm groggy, I don't smile, and I don't eat much. The thought of putting food in my stomach is so nauseating. I go through the day dragging my feet and end it by collapsing into a bed of....nightmares.
I don't want us to be like this. I would rather be a stable sad or a stable happy. It's draining the energy out of me. So make up your mind about me and don't change it again....because I'm about ready to make your mind up for you.