Sometimes, no reason is the only reason

Maybe it's work. Maybe it's the weird, unfamiliar atmosphere or the aliens called co-workers, who practically talk in their own language.

Maybe it's friends, the way they just don't show up anymore. Maybe it's the numb, hollow feeling knowing there's less of them as you grow up.

Maybe it's the New Year's Eve. Maybe it's how you didn't spend it with the ones who matter, on the one night that they should be there.

Maybe it's about growing up. Maybe it's how you miss the adolescence and all that came along with it. The careless countdown to 12, while seeing the world from high, high up.

Maybe it's the day after. Maybe it's the hangover, even though there was no drink the night before. Maybe it's that uneasy tingles of "that's it?" and "what's next?"

Maybe it's the attention you gave and didn't get. Maybe,

Just maybe, sometimes you don't have to need a reason to feel cranky.