There are days I don’t feel like talking, and today is one of those distasteful days. I have two very important quizzes coming up, but I have little mood to study for them.
I have this taste in my mouth, it makes me keep my mouth shut. Because everything I say is wrong, everything I think is wrong, everything I assume is wrong.
I think some people call it a bad day. Personally, I think its more than that.
It reflects my inability to contemplate, inability to comprehend, inability to understand, inability to conquer, and inability to persuade.
Inability.
On a great day, I’d just let it go.
On a normal day, I’d think about it and let it go.
On a day like this, it likes to simmer in me and keep me boiling.
I’m upset and inable (i know there’s no such word).
This is very very depressing.
