I used to think mood swings were for teenagers.
Now, I'm one "can you calm down?" away from throwing a decorative pillow across the room like it’s a javelin.
One minute I’m fine.
The next, I’m crying over a dog food commercial, rage-cleaning the fridge, and plotting my villain origin story because someone breathed too loudly.
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