It's not angst, it's bipolar disorder.

And then he just lay in bed, waiting for someone to walk through the locked door and see how miserable he was, to hug him and soothe him and speak of love and joy and happiness, but no one did, and that was when he broke down and didn't cry, just moaned softly, but he didn't break then , he just grew a little bit older. And then he got up and took a walk outside in the pouring rain, amidst people running for shelter, splashing in puddles and grabbing at wayward umbrellas and once he was soaked to his skin, he felt a lot better. And he knew that everything would be just fine, eventually.