Some mornings I wake up feeling bright and happy. By the time night comes I’m floating in self pity. This is something that was most familiar to me. I tried so hard to come out of it. But it felt like quick sand and I felt myself being sucked in again. And again. Is there no end to this madness? Is there no end to this darkness that eats away my soul? What is going to make me feel better? A tub of ice cream or a time machine? The distant future doesn’t seem so distant anymore. It always feels like opportunities are flying past me. Stop and think. Stop and grab.

Or maybe it’s just PMS.