Fourth

His hands lowered from his face and a quick look was taken around the room as he felt a twist inside him. If he had a choice he would have broken everything he could get his hands on but these were not his things and he had more will than to break something he did not own.
However, he needed something, anything. He paced back and forth around the room in thought with many things coming to mind but only one finally sticking that he could agree on. 
It did not take him long to find the bundle of parchments and pencil, settling down by the table and for a moment he stared at a blank page, it needed something. Wandering eyes found a mug on the table and after a quick thought he placed it against the parchment and trailed the tip of the pencil around to form a circle. The mug was put back and he stared down at the simple creation. Now what?
He sat there for a long while, jaw clenched and irritation bubbling within him for reasons that his mind continued to collect. Finally, the pencil touched the parchment again and a crooked line drawn out from the circle's edge and then another. Each crooked line seemed to vent something from him. 
He had no idea what he was drawing or trying to draw if anything. He never did.
After what felt like hours the pencil was finally put down and he leaned back in his seat, staring at the scribble of lines in front of him and while his mind felt a little lighter the rest of him still felt dreadfully heavy and he couldn't think of any way to remove the feeling.