I feel like screaming, shouting, everything to get the tension out. I need to speak about it over and over again and again until I end up in hysterical cry. Confusion's killing me. I hate being unsure, knowing something's wrong, but not knowing what. I'm confused, nervous and scared, but I probably don't even have any reason, as usual. But again- I don't know. I hate this state of mind. I've been fed up with that.