An easy excuse to explain for what happened today and last night would be: “I don’t know.” But I do know, not then I suppose, but I do now. The scary thing is that this wasn’t the first time it has happened – it was the 3rd time and I don’t know when it’ll ever stop. Things that have been niggling away at me, making me sad, are just blown right out of proportion in my mind and I can’t always differentiate what’s rational and irrational till hours or even days later. Even now the little petty things that happen just serve to make me feel more and more depressed. I know I’m going very emo here but I felt I need to explain, if only very partially what happened last night. And it wasn’t because of ‘him’.

Merry Christmas, I think.