It is the wrong hour for anything...

I'm sitting here, having all of these feelings that feel inappropriate to share with people on facebook, or my old livejournal, and I feel like I have nowhere to go. Then I find myself on a blog where I have left comments, that linked back here. It was almost like a sign, reminding me that I did have a place, a place where no one would ask me about what I said (because no one reads this, heh.)

I have this incredible feeling of dread, and I don't know what started it. It's happened before, usually spun off of depression, but I don't really show any other signs of depression. (Okay, maybe the fact that I am writing this at almost 6 in the morning defies that statement.)

I just don't know what to do. I'm not particularly upset over anything, and there hasn't been a major upset in my life. I need to understand, because when I don't, these feelings just suck me in. I don't want to drown, despair is no longer a major part in my life, and I don't want it to be.

So many things are right in my life at this moment. So many things are full of happiness. So why aren't I?