Everytime. I hit midnight and all my emotions go haywire. 30 minutes ago I was cheerful and dancing around and writing, and now I'm half crying and trying not to wail in despair. What the fuck is wrong with me? First anger, now sadness, what next- fear? I had a good day! Good music, bought a bunchof books, spent time with mum, and has a serious existential discussion with people that are either not there or are totally there... Plus, Irene didn't try to harass John and Sally didn't try to kill Joce. A good day! A good fukken day.And now I'm crying my eyes out and using backspace too much.
...what's wrong with me?