I keep needing to update my old stories and then I come up with new ones and then I try to write the new ones but berate myself for not finishing the old ones so in the end I just get nothing done. Then I get mad at myself for it and get even MORE nothing done. In addition, I'm crazy hormonal and can barely focus on anything, even if it interests me. So all I can think about is how I need to get my thoughts straight, and then I tell myself I'll do it later because I'll never be able to.

Whoops, I just dumped an emotional load of frustration on strangers through the internet. I'm not supposed to do that, I'm supposed to be the funny person who makes an awkward joke to lighten the load of people who are actually depressed and need emotional support, even if it's from total strangers.

Wow, that was deep and overanalytical and probably awkward.

Let's hope that when the hormones subside I won't be so emotional-dumpy.