Unnerved.

[atolnon]

I found myself on LJ last night looking at a single posted line produced, ostensibly, to provide a sense of prospective. I was supposed to be having a good time. We had drinks, and friends, and games, but something had taken a hold of me. I found myself suddenly and violently subject to one of the blackest rages cum depressions in memory. I hated without direction. I wanted to break things, anything. I did the only thing a reasonable person can do in that situation. I left the group, and sat down in my room, trying to get a handle on things. Failing, I opted to listen to music and go to bed.

Surprisingly, it was a very reasonable hour and I slept terrifically. Waking in the morning, all I can do is remember in wonder at the bleak, wrathful outlook of the previous evening. I'm usually a kind drinker, a little melancholy, then sleepy. It had to have been alcohol combined with circumstance combined with chance, but it was terrifying enough that I know that I should be very careful and act wisely until I come to terms with... whatever that was.

It's unnerving to know those feelings are inside me.

Comments

[q99.livejournal.com]

That sounds weird and scary. Good going on retreating and regrouping.