Not too eloquently put I'll admit, but it's a pretty accurate description of how I currently feel. My PMS is never fun, but right now it seems to be off the charts, because every little thing is enough to upset me. I'm probably gonna have to sleep on sedatives tonight just so that a) I can actually get to sleep, and b) doing so without spending several hours tossing, turning and crying over things that normally do not bother me. Like suddenly remembering how much I miss the people who aren't here anymore, worrying about my mothers health (although admittedly, I never stop worrying about that.), thinking about everything that I've missed out on over the past 15 years... Oh, and worrying myself sick about my future. Eventhough I'm getting better at a fair steady pace, I've no idea of what I'm supposed to do... after. Or possibly 'if'.Or if that even matters anymore.