i'd been irritated the whole day, from midnight to about 4pm, for a reason too small-minded to even be called a reason. but i let incidents like this happen to me once in a while so i wasn't surprised how difficult i had become. i may even think that irritation is something i like. once i develop it, i won't let it go. i feel it's too essential to be drained out of my system. when i get irritated, i enjoy being frantic and mad. and this lunacy smothers me entirely so it shows, and i don't get to care. actually what i like best about this is me just staring blankly with frantic eyes literally for hours. i dementedly love it. and this isn't me being cute.

ha! what stress from medschool can do to me!