What happens when the cracks start to show? Do you wonder if it's the beginning of the end? Do you start to fret about when the last straw on the camel's back is going be? Or do you simply brush it off as an unhappy bumpy spat of events?

Everything seems to not be right these past 2 weeks. Am I expecting too much? Is my head in the wrong place? The slightest thing seems to piss me off. It seems that all those positive changes I observed in me in the past months have dissipated now that I have this massive responsibility on my back and the time I have to myself has been reduced insanely.

Is it wrong to have expectations? It seems a bit naive to assume that people can live without expectations of others. Are my expectations too high? Or am I merely channeling negative energy into the littlest flaw I can find? Venting out of frustration and mere exhaustion?

I need to sleep. I hate that I can't sleep when I am grumpy. I need to find a new outlet for my frustrations. I need a new source of venting.