That One Day

God, I could feel the depression creeping in just an hour ago. It started after school, a faint hint of exhaustation and boredom and rejection, and steadily grew in my mind for a couple of hours, nutured by unchained anxiety. I really need to do something about these days. I know them all too well. And things can even be going mostly right, it'll just be... something that gets me off the handle eventually. My mind tends to escalate situations and overreact to them fully. I create entire scenarios in my brain... I don't think this is good for me.
Prom is tomorrow... and I'm so fucked for getting my shit together.