I got to this point where I was angry all the time about anything and everything and couldn't figure out why, and just had this profound sadness I couldn't explain. It didn't seem to be about anything in particular. There was no big event that made me sad. It just happened. I remember being in my dorm room one weekend and all my roommates were gone and I was just lying on the floor, weeping. For me that was a big deal, because I do not cry, like ever. Sad movies, babies, death: nothing makes me cry.
