Angst and Ennui

I have been knee-deep in these emotions for the past couple of weeks. I have no idea why. I'm like another person; it's like the White Wave has become the Purple Wave. I have turned into Mr. Hyde. When I cry (which is ridiculously often), I want to say, "What's going on? This isn't me!!" But then I look in the mirror, and it is me! I have become a living and breathing waterworks. Is it my age? Am I really that sad about the stain on the couch? Have I been drinking too much water? Just WHY? I think something in me-some body part that keeps you from crying incessantly-broke the day I drove to Portland with Persnicketta and cried from Sacramento to Portland. I haven't stopped crying since. I've hardly had a normal mocha-they've all been salty. My best friends, exercise partners, and my piano teacher have all become counselors. I wish I'd have a personal drought.