Crazy-crazy or Just Crazy?

Sooooo...

I'm really upset about something that may not be that big of a deal.
Or it might be. I'm not sure.
And it might not be a nig deal right now but it could be a big deal later.
Or not.
The only thing I am really sure about is that I am hurt and mad and frustrated and that the situation is unlikely to resolve at all, let alone in a way that is satisfying for me.
And that sucks.
Especially since this might just be a trick of time and stress and chemistry in my poor, sad, over-caffeinated brain.
But then, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you, ya know?
I think that it comes down to figuring out what is more important - the actual facts or the perception of the facts?
And is it worth beating my head against a (silent, stubborn, slippery) brick wall just because my (stupid, stupid) brain can't just MOVE ON ALREADY?

There is no option of a resolution here.
I am not going to get what I came for.
So I am paranoid and suspicious and obsessive.
For nothing.

I just need to let it go.
And also maybe switch to de-caf.
Or bourbon.