Once again the panic and insecurity and suchlike are building within me to the extent where I feel like sparks are flying from my fingertips. I hate this. There are times when I need to break something. There are times when that something is me.
(Yes; there are also times when I don't need to bother, because other people are doing it for me. But I think this one's all my own doing, so, hey.)
But now it does.