Japanese → English transcript

I really thought I should quit drinking. Because yesterday I drank a ton,

like Strong Zero and other alcohol too. My mood got seriously

hyped and I was like,“ Maybe I’ll just jump off the balcony a bit.”

It wasn’t like I wanted to die or anything. I was all“ Yaaay!” and got super hyped,

and I was like, this is bad.

I’d seriously die if I did that, right?

If I just went boom off the balcony all at once, that’d be dangerous, right?

So I ended up thinking I should probably stop. I mean, it’d be fine if I just

didn’t overdrink, but yeah, I’m sorry. It wasn’t alcohol depression,

it was alcohol mania.

It was like,“ If it’s now, I can totally do it,” the opposite vibe, like“ Let’s go!”

That’s how I was. Then I woke up in the morning and thought,“ Man, my leg hurts.”

When I checked my phone, things were crazy.

I was like, even if I delete this now,

it’s just gonna turn into a hassle again, right? Like,“ I deleted my tweet,”

and then,“ I took a screenshot,” that kind of thing. Yeah, it was alcohol mania.

Like,“ If it’s now,

I can do it, I can totally do it.” Like a bungee jump with no rope.

You know what I mean? That same kind of mood.

I didn’t have that depressive feeling, just suddenly manic.

Back then I wasn’t thinking about anything. It was that“ I can do it,

I can totally do it” mood. Even though normally, you know, everyone later on,

all that is important, right? But still…

And yet I didn’t think about anything— or rather, I couldn’t think.

It’s not like I was super depressed,

it was more like a feeling I’d never had before. But really,

there was no reason or anything. It wasn’t alcohol depression,

it was pure alcohol mania. My legs are still alive, surprisingly,

and it wasn’t that high anyway. Even though it was the third floor,

it wasn’t one of those really high ones. My legs look way too gory, so they’re not

something I can really show.

I realized tweeting about it was bad.

It felt like I’d made the same mistake again.