Well crap. This morning was bloody awful. Woke up in a foul mood, snapping at the littlest thing and just being a bull in a china shop... when I've barely woken up, all logic processes and general self control is non existent

Got to work and it had evolved into a strange comination of seething and depressed... or at least depressive thoughts of point again, I'm like a bloody broken record.

I think the following picture from Hyperbole sums it up pretty well:



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Was so angry and frustrated with EVERYTHING.

Even wrote the whole 'ending it all' letter, which was basically a constructive rebuke of the lack of cohesive and generally crap care I've received.

When 12:15 came along (my time for getting some sleep) I dozed off pretty quick... and woke up feeling better. Kept the letter, but as said previously it's like someone else wrote it rather than the person writing this now.

These changes of mood and even thought patterns are infuriating... but on the + side, I rode it out.