I was so happy yesterday. I had a drink with some friends and they were so surprised and happy to see me ok. I had a good time.
So I can’t understand why I woke up today wanting to die, and why all the problems seem so big that I’m afraid to even think about them.
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Haha, I know what you mean. Sometimes I hate having good days because I’m worried tomorrow will be worse. Somedays, I like having bad days, because I know tomorrow will be better.