It is one of those days again. A day when everything hurts, every bat of my eyelash, the breeze on my skin, every tiny little movement. Most of the day has been spent just sitting or lying down, eyes closed, trying to breathe.
I spent less than five minutes working on my painting that I showed from yesterday. I just couldn't handle it. My hands shake so badly, I'm afraid I'll mess it up.
I hate days like this. I hate being like this. And I hate most of all being alone with it. I don't have anyone to share this with so it ends up here. Then I feel bad for being a whiner. And round and round it goes.
I'm going to bed. Maybe tomorrow when I wake up the pain will be bearable. Maybe tomorrow when I wake up I'll have the energy to move. Maybe tomorrow when I wake up I'll be strong enough to pretend that everything is alright.
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