It ticks me off that it's raining so hard and the leaves are piling up.

It ticks me off that even when it stops it gets dark so early that I won't be able to rake them.

It ticks me off that I wanted to die at one time but "botched" it and now I have this "stigma" about me.

It ticks me off that my boss doesn't understand "me" or, even more importantly, my co-workers.

It ticks me off that I don't even know who "me" is anymore.

It ticks me off that I can't tell anyone that I'm bipolar. So how could they know "me"?

It ticks me off that these meds have me on such an emotional roller coaster and I want to get off.