Sometimes I see things. Especially when I get mad. All bloody gore scenes of people that fail to be caring as much as me back to me. Society have rules. And I have beliefs. Cannot do that. So the tension reflects to the wrong people. I try to be the best person I can, only to hurt the feelings of people that I love and leave the actual guilty that I do not care about unpunished. This stresses me.
And there is the one morning to another thing. One morning I get up to a pissy day, the other I am joyful. Both sucks and fun.