Roundabout of Dysregulation

I need to stop doing this:

Uninspired, under-joyed, emotions pour into a looping void.

Twisted, toyed, often winding up alone and annoyed. I sit here thice past midnight, inner turmoil faced with little delight. I wouldn't repeat this situation if I was a tea light bright. 

I should know by now that during the moon, my headspace once silent envelops, goes BOOM. I wake up next day forgetting what I'd said, reading the texts, reading the room. I really can be the voice of gloom.