I think it’s Pavlovian: I get into my office and I start feeling sad, no matter how clear the sky is.

If my eyes changed color like my moods, right now they would be grey as wolves.

I don’t like wearing my glasses, it makes me look nerdy, but today I have to wear it the whole shift so I can hide my swollen red eyes. I feel sick. There’s something in my stomach that is not right. There’s something swirling in my inside, waiting to explode. I don’t like this feeling.