And it's the wrong way to start the day, the week, late, heaved, derailed, melancholy, home, sleepy and regretful.
So, instead, just few hours away from work, instead of finishing I should have finished, I'm left with this gaping hole of failure, a voice screaming inside my head "see, I told you so. You can't keep it up". It's fall, my favorite season, it's raining and gray, my favorite weather and my favorite person is on to talk to me and...here I am...moping and feeling sorry for myself, trying to reason that it's justifiable, probable and that I can catch up.
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