Rage

I’m annoyed. That’s been my mood for the last couple of days. I have the usual vacant gloomy thing going on, but it’s all laced with irritation. Some girl at work is making an assortment of noises – chewing gum, typing too loudly, and she has a new haircut that looks weird. If she could just grow her hair out and shut the fuck up, I would be much happier. If people could stop slamming the door to the office, I would be very grateful. If the traffic outside could all fuck the hell off so I don’t have to sit in it this evening, I would be ecstatic.

There’s more. Much more, but I can’t be bothered to list everything, that would make me even more depressed, and angry. Of course I know I’m being a brat, that it’s probably PMS, etc. I make no excuses for myself. I’m being very difficult and bitchy.

I’m not feeling the love for my boyfriend either. I feel nothing. He’s very clingy, it’s quite a turn off. I think I may have found myself the most sentimental man on the planet. I have seriously considered ending it, but I’m not sure I can trust my mood right now. And my life without him would be pretty empty. I just can’t get myself to feel anything, about him, or about anyone. It sounds evil but I’m in a place right now where I care for nothing. Perhaps I’m turning sociopathic.

It has to be PMT. HAS to be. I always get hungrier around this special time, and I’ve been eating almost solidly all day. I’m hungry right now, and I’ve only just eaten something. OR, it could be that I’ve been playing on my Nintendo DS too much and it’s making me crazy. That doesn’t explain the hunger though.