Peevish. Cross and snappish behavior. Easily annoyed and bothered.
Do you ever have one of those days where everything annoys you? EVERYTHING. It doesn’t matter what anyone says or does, you just feel like stuffing Q-tips up their nose and screaming, “FUCK off!”. It’s as if something in you has snapped and you have simply lost the capacity to be polite or friendly or sympathetic. You balk at the prospect of having to be social and civil and productive because really all you want to do is pull the covers up over your head.
Some may mistake your petulance for depression or sadness or anger. But, as you know, it is none of these things. It is being absurdly irritated with the most trifling of things for no apparent reason. Which makes you feel guilty for being a jerk, which makes you feel more irritated. A vicious cycle. And you yourself are not spared. You are disgusted with yourself for your arbitrary irritability which makes any self-destructive behavior seem oh-so-attractive.
Do you ever have days like that? Yeah, me too.