I cry at everything even vaguely sad (on TV or in a book, for example), but feel nothing if someone I know is hurt, taken into hospital or dies. I am full of hope and optimism for the future one day and making plans, then thinking about committing suicide the next. I feel like I'm not really here, like I don't exist, when I go anywhere. Time goes too fast for me to keep up. I get angry and irritable about the stupidest little things and cant control my moods.