You know how when everything is fine and dandy for a while,
and you know that things are finally looking up.
Then comes a day that reminds you of the reasons of your anguish.
You want to cry so badly, but at the same time you refuse to wallow in self-pity.
You just want to lie in bed and sleep through the day
because it's tiring to feel heavy-hearted for so long.
You start to wonder how did you get dragged into this cycle of oppression in the first place,
when will you ever get out of it,
because really, no one likes the feeling of misery.
At least, not me.