I am really mad at myself.

Anger is rearing its ugly head for me.

I get really frustrated and angry at pointless stuff and knowing afterwards that it is pointless to fume over it just annoys me even more. I don’t know what/who I have become. I kid myself and stay happy for a split second before bursting into frustration again. 

There’s nowhere to demolish these ill feelings … not even listening to saccharine pop ditties help these days. I can’t help but feel that the whole world hates me; and sadly so do I during moments like this.

I don’t think I am mad at anyone in particular. I think I am just really mad at myself.

Times like this, I just want to stab myself with a fork and fall out of a window.