no one mourns the wicked

Let’s not beat around the bush: I’ve been in a mood lately. A funky mood. A “one minute I’m happy and relaxed and the next minute I’m grouchy and annoyed” mood. A “please come sit by me because I love you and I need you and the next minute please stop touching me because the touch of another human burns me” mood. A “I am strong and can do this for now and the next minute I burst into tears” mood. I’m going to have to address this at some point, but for now I think I just need to sleep.