Misery

Ever had one of those days where you just feel miserable?

Where you can't seem to focus on anything that you know you're meant to do?

Where you pace the room to think what it might be but just can't quite come up with a logical explanation?

Where you look at yourself in the mirror and smile, not because you want to, but just in case it might make you feel better?

Where even the prospect of endorphin-releasing chocolate doesn't trigger the usual "high"?


Do you believe PMS exists? I don't want to believe it, but maybe that's what it is.

Or maybe it's down to the lack of sleep and plain fatigue.

Cos these transient days of misery need an explanation.

Then again,

Tomorrow will be a better day.