There are days when one feels as though he or she can never seem to do anything right. When those days hit me, I don’t feel much like eating, but I have to keep some form of food nearby.
It’s just something to nibble on; it keeps me from crying too much. (Except today, alas; I just don’t feel like eating at all.)
Don’t mind me, dear riders. I’m just going through an extremely rough patch because everyone has been telling me I’m so damned useless, that I have no talent, and that I should just kill myself already.
You all know, of course, that I’m stronger than that.
Back to regular blogging tomorrow, dears.