When I woke up this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. It was just a heavy feeling of sadness that pushed my body deeper into the sheets. It all felt pointless all of a sudden.
What's the use in fighting? I should have known it would have ended up this way. No one ever said life was "Fair"? Why do we keep believing that it could be?
I rolled over in the bed, hugged my pillow and just drifted back into sleep.
Day 187 of 365 days