"I lean against the wind...pretend that I am weightless..."

So many thoughts swirling around aimlessly. Words cannot seem to describe the chaotic scene in my brain. I'm not troubled, but yet every ounce of my being is on alert. I'm not upset, but yet I want nothing more than to curl up and cry myself to sleep. I'm wildly happy, but regretfully dispirited.

Hmm...PMS "Type A" symptoms (apparently there are five different types)...anxiety, mood swings, weepiness, and irritability... Nice...

Cursed hormones...