We did not have running water for two days, so I have been lying in bed for three now. I was finally supposed to enjoy four free days, besides the housework, but it all came differently. Now the last free day comes tomorrow and it is not so free anymore, as all these chores have piled up.

I broke down in the bathroom. Ridiculous, you might know this situation. Though it happens rarely, but when it does, it comes full force.

Recently I've bought a monster energy, the rehab kind. I'm planning to wake up early, take a shower and buckle down for tomorrow. The gtind can't stop, they say.

Maybe I've forgotten how to enjoy free time or maybe doing nothing leaves too much room to realize this overwhelming sadness, to notice all these imperfections.

I'm sad right now and I feel so damn alone.