I've felt bad all week. It feels like apprehension. You know, the boiling feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you're up in your room playing your guitar and your mom calls you and you realize that she just opened your report card and saw that you're failing a class.
I dunno really why it's happening, but it's no fun. I hope it goes away soon. If it doesn't, I might just crack again like the time I had sleep deprivation. That wasn't fun for anyone.