Tired, fed-up, frustrated, and I just can't take this anymore.
There's good weeks, there's bad weeks, and there's those weeks. Those weeks when, no matter what you do, nothing feels right. Those weeks when your mood is at rock bottom, you're angry at the entire world, and you just want to stand on the rooftop and scream until it stops.
Yeah, I'm having one of those weeks.
It has been a while since my head was in this place. I'd hoped I'd seen the back of all this. Naive, perhaps. I know that, soon enough, I'll feel better. Yet, somehow, knowing that makes it worse; more frustrating.
Why does this have to happen now? Why me? Why can't I control my stupid brain and stop these times happening? Why won't all of this just go away.
I should be looking after myself. Sleeping, exercising, socialising; yet I can't. Right now, I just don't have it in me.
I don't want to mix with people, when I'm in this mood I want to shout and scream at people. Existential anger, I think they call it; when I want to yell madly at everyone and everything because it's all so damned unfair.
I know I'll feel better soon. I don't care. I want it to stop now. I want it to go away, let me sleep, let me work, let me get my life back to normal.
I hate it.