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Ramblings
Although I would not go so far as to claim that every day is a 'bad' day, it is entirely without question that none of my days are ever 'good'.
The best I could hope for, at any given time, if I were still able to hope, would be that that particular day was just 'a day'.
Unfortunately, more often than not, many of the days I am given are entirely unpleasant.
Sometimes they are worse.
Days where I hated everything and everyone.
When I wished I didn't exist.
Had never existed.
And then, there were days like today, where I don't even care enough, or possess enough mental fortitude to hate.
I just lie there, sick and empty.
Had I the energy, I feel I would cry with parts of my mind and my body that I didn't even know were capable of crying.
But all I have are the empty places where the crying should have been, and the vague feeling that I wish to slowly fade from existence, because to do it quickly seems like far more effort than I am ever likely to possess.
'Mama take these guns from me.
I can't shoot them any more.'
..
I've been fighting every day,
But was never meant to win this war.
So why not take my days from me,
I don't want them any more.
