Prologue to Another Neverending "I'm Done" Rant

I'm unaware of why I let things get to me so badly at times. I have tried to blame it on the fact that I am a girl. Females are supposed to be more sensitive, correct? I don't really believe this. Guys are usually just more prone to hiding their feelings or covering them up.

I keep telling myself that I'm extra irritable because of the lack of sleep as of late. This is another excuse. Yesterday, I indulged in a five and a half hour nap in the middle of the afternoon, and today I went for a three hour nap immediately after school. I'm not neccessarily physically tired. At least, not any more so than usual. It's centralized mentally and emotionally as "lame" as that sounds. I have a habit of allowing myself to be weighed down by unneccessary stresses.

Is this stress unneccessary though? Some of it, yes. The rest, it can be disputed. But for myself, I feel it is rightly justified. It's unfortunate, but it's a hang up of mine. People get upset over the must ridiculous things at times. I often find myself contemplating whether or not that is me. Do I blow things out of proportion? For awhile, I tried to convince myself of just that. But I no longer hold this belief. This stress and frustration is deeply rooted and within reason.

Funny how I already know that he will try to downplay my feelings and try to convince me I'm overexaggerating. Silly me. He must know me better than I know myself.