I'm going under

Some people invoke so much anger without even lifting a finger. It's the little things in life that make me begin to wonder why I'm here, like seeing a face in a crowd or a car on the freeway, a school emblem or a leavers jacket. All these things can change my mood for the day, tiny insignificant things have control over my life. Since when did we become so consumed with these things, when did they ever matter? There are so many good things in life, so many good things that happen everyday, like knowing that you are loved, that you are cared for, that you are otherwise doing well apart from those day which make you question all your decisions in the past year. Today is one of those days but I'm trying not to let it take control, you know I am trying