I have a lot when I’m hormonal.
I cried this weekend more than once. Over, for the most part, pretty trivial things.
I think it’s that the stress of everything is getting to me and it forces itself out in little ways.
I take on projects, and when they don’t wind up perfect, I get discouraged with myself at least and at most disgusted. I keep hoping I can finish one of these things in a way that makes me feel better. They don’t. I don’t think they can.
Do I give up the idea of them, because they may be frustrating me more? Or do I keep doing them in the hopes of the cathartic experience I seek?