I want to think that I'm grumpy for some other reason. Hormones. Or drugs. But I don't think it's hormones, and I think I've remembered to take my drugs. I've decided, for no good reason, that Alex is over. Which I have decided before, but this time I care. This time it makes me sad. And I'm sad-eating, which makes me feel un-want-able, to go with the feeling of being un-wanted. And I'm totally annoying, even to myself.