Friday, July 3, 2009

My moodswings persist. I feel like I'm on drugs...or dreaming. Everything annoys me. Everything upsets me. And I want to apologise to anyone who I've had any contact with in the last 24 hours. I just...I'm out of control. I very nearly took 1 of my cymbalta pills; at least a zombie can't be this annoyed with the world for no reason.

I want to call Michael, but I'm afraid I'll say terrible things, or come off as a bitch. Just a bit ago I was feeling better (or so I thought) so I started talking to Mark, only to have the odd nightmare feelings return...which left Mark pissed off and me in tears.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

   posted by Bald Jason at 10:57 PM
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