Apparently, this is how the first week of the year is going to greet me.
Two deaths (my dog and one of my favorite professors in college).
One end of friendship.
And a waiter spilling iced tea all over me.
Worst weekend ever.
I have told myself to be happier this year. To smile more. But I just can't help but be emotional over all the things that happened today. This past weekend. This past few days.
I always put on a happy face, but I'm still just a man. I get hurt. And when these things happen, you can't help but feel sad.
These days make me feel alone. It's depressing. It's not a day that I want to relive. I hate it. This is a low point in my life.
I know I'd rather just forget about this day and move on. And I will, I promise. But I want to remember this day. This is the day, I'm brought back to earth. The night I go to bed with tears on my pillow. It's the saddest day of my life.
And there's no way I'm going to let this day happen to me ever again.
There's no other way but up.
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