Someone needs to kiss me on the forehead, tell me the fresh colors on my hair look pretty, kick my mind weasel square in the tender bits, and tell me to just relax and go with the flow.
I think it's a matter of approaching birthday, determining self worth without external input, and too much coffee over too little sleep.
This is why we celebrate birthdays and make them into fun events. Because otherwise, they become markers of passing time, and jeezuzfuck, that can be morose. *earns back some goth points for headspace today*