When he walks to home everything felt happier. The way he walks playfully in childish way and the way he smiles to whatever he sees. He even talks to himself in a sing-song voice, making up little songs as he goes along. His happiness is infectious and everyone he comes into contact with can't help but be drawn in by his good mood. Even the pavement looked new and shiny to him. He felt like he owned the world and nothing could bring him down. His heart was blooming with optimism and joy. Everything was beautiful to him.

However, this excessive happiness is actually a form of mania and it's taking a toll on his mental health. He's so consumed by positive emotions that he doesn't sleep or eat properly, and his energy levels are through the roof. But when he gets home, he would collapse on the floor and start crying. The happiness is too much for him to handle and it's all so tiring. He just wants to rest and sleep but the happiness won't let him. It's like it's mocking him, telling him that he doesn't deserve to be happy. The happy thoughts start to become intrusive and he can't focus on anything else.

He tries to fight it but it's too strong. The happiness is like a drug and he can't escape from it. He starts to feel like he's going insane. The happy thoughts start to become dark and twisted. They start to suffocate him and he can't breathe. He starts to see happy images of himself harming others and he starts to feel like he's going to lose control.

The happy thoughts become too much for him to handle and he finally snaps. He starts to scream and cry and thrash around. He doesn't know what to do. He feels like he's going to die from the happiness. The happy thoughts start to fade away and he starts to feel better. He's exhausted from the fight and he just wants to sleep.