Thoughts from an Insomniac

I'm not exactly sure why I'm feeling the way I feel right now.
It's sort of an empty feeling.
I've been up for too long tonight, even though it's still fairly early in the night for me.
I'm used to staying up till 2 or 3, but right now it's a bit after midnight, and I feel down.

Why is it that little things tend to just eat us up?
Those little, insignificant thoughts that pop up in our minds just tear at our psyche.
Why are they there?
Is it so that we know we're human?
Is it so we know we're alive?

This day was just such a weird one for me because my other half wasn't in it much today.
I realize that I do take things too seriously sometimes and I get frustrated easily.

I really hate the fact that I have a short fuse.
It gets the better of me sometimes, and it really just amplifies bad situations and makes them even worse.
I get annoyed over little things, and then I just snap.

I guess this blog is an apology.
An apology to anyone I've ever snapped at for no reason.
If I've ever snapped at you out of nowhere, I'm sorry.

I have a short fuse, and I don't know exactly how to fix it.
I've been working on it.

I don't mean to act like I do.