There she goes again. This queasy feeling. The feeling of being uptight and uneasy. I feel irritated for no reason. I want somebody to talk to but half of my mind tells me to just shut up and stay alone, listen to music and let the feeling fade. She's been visiting often lately. Disturbing me when I'm alone, especially before I sleep. I don't know why and what triggers her. I feel alone, i feel empty. But still, I must manage to be "happy".