do you ever have one of those days?
those days where you leave work at four o'clock because, you know, you just can't.
those days where, when you get home, you just crawl under the covers for a while even though the sun hasn't even gone down yet.
those days where you'll be damned if it seems like anything you do will ever amount to anything of worth.
those days where you'll be damned if you can figure out what something of worth is, or what it means.
those days where you can see how your unhappiness is so self-involved and self-indulgent, and you kinda hate yourself for it.
those days where you can't stop being unhappy, in spite of that understanding.
those days where you're so embarrassed by your own paralysis, your own ineffectiveness, your own inability to to pull yourself up out of this deplorable little funk, that you feel like you don't know how you're going to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.
for me, today is one of those days.