One of Those Days

Do you ever just have those days where you just feel like a shit person, alone, living a shitty life with no purpose, going absolutely nowhere?

Or is that just me.

Have you ever fell for that seemingly perfect guy, only to find out he’s the wrong kind of perfect, the kind you can never have, but finding yourself stuck in love and wanting every part of what you can’t have?

Or is that just me.

Do you ever have those days where you just want to sleep all day long because life has made you physically tired and every time you wake up you literally cry a river, to the point where you have no tears left to cry and your Kleenex box is empty?

Or is that just me.

Are there times where you feel like your family and friends don’t see you, or even care for that matter, because you don’t fit the mould, because they just can’t seem to understand why you don’t want what they want?

Or is that just me.

Do you constantly feel like your life is spinning out of control, that you’re losing your mind, that the storm has taken your boat and you’re left to drown in the middle of the ocean, your only remaining purpose in life to be eaten by the sharks?

Or is that me.

On one hand I don’t want to be the only one, cause if I am, then what’s the point?

But on the other hand, I hope I am the only one, because to be honest, it’s a sad and shitty life that I don’t want anyone else to have to experience.

It’s just been one of those days ... one of those weeks.

I need to sleep for a week and wake up to push a restart button on my life.

If only it was that simple to fix.