I feel wretched. Maybe it’s because of hormonal imbalance, I don’t know. I just feel miserable. I hope I won’t go there again.
I hate having the blues. It feels like being trapped in a dark room, or a vacuumed chamber. Everything looks bleak. I feel like I hate everything and everything hates me. I feel vulnerable, and I hate feeling that way.
I don’t want to go to work, but I have to. It is my off day after anyway. So it’s ok. I’ll probably just sleep this off.