Oof. One time, I was hanging out in my JROTC company's classroom when a girl I was (foolishly) friends with asked me if there was anything wrong. I was depressed, angsty, and dealing with a destructive, probably abusive relationship. I told her I was, because I didn't have anything particularly bothering me, just the general "I hate life" bullshit. I get angry. I [i]got[/i] angry. After three or four times of her asking, I turn to her and say "Well, NOW there is!" 

Can't remember what happened next. Either I stormed off or she just called me a jackass and slinked away to go do her band stuff.