Poetry & Prozac

I'm such an emotional wreck lately. I just need petting and to be told I'm loved, or at least liked, and appreciated. I am not usually like this, new friends! I swear!

I want to blame all of this on this weekend, but I'm pretty sure that's not the whole story. I think the truth is that the parts of this weekend that were epically shitty were largely caused by my being ridiculously over-emotional and hormonal and whatever the hell else is going on with me.

So I'm sorry, people I reacted badly towards. People I ignored because I felt like *I* was being ignored. I'm a little afraid I wrecked some friendships and potential friendships, but I'm not sure what to do about that now. I can only know what was going on in my head and explain how I felt justified at the time. There are a lot of things I wish that I could go back and change now, but mostly I had an awesome time and loved meeting and spending time with all of you. Sorry things ended badly.

So, yes, exhausted emotional mess is the state of me.