Fuck Mondays

Mondays suck.

They just bring this sadness.

It feels like my life is over and it's back to reality.

What exactly is reality?

Waking up everyday at 0600 and sleeping at 2200.

If that doesn't sound like so much fun, it's because it isn't.

It isn't fun.

No fun for Laura.

I want to be a burrito of sadness.

Not see anyone for a little bit.

Not have to worry about anything.

Not have to deal with feelings, emotions, hormones.

Just be a cocoon of blankets.

In my cold, dark room.

Somehow this isn't seen as a socially acceptable course in life.

It should be.

At least for a little bit.

Just a tiny little bit.

I thought I was just feeling the Monday.

I now realize that I am not feeling the Monday.

I am feeling sad.

The sadness that I feel from time to time.

My sadness.

The overwhelming and dark sadness.

Why am I so sad?

I hate this.

I hate this so much.

I wish I could just hide.

Forever.