Yesterday it was terrible worry and despair, flashbacks to fictional heartbreaks and modern day mythology as ethos.

Tonight it is unexpressed anger, rage, and general wanting to throw a horrid tantrum, and having self-defense fantasies (ie, I hope someone tries to mess with me...).

I got my meds in the mail last night, so hopefully this will even out. Yes, it's like PMS, and I'm trying not to have any innocent bystanders. Some are less innocent than most, however.