Today, I wondered constantly – which came first, my bad mood or the bad day? Was my day bad because I woke up in a bad mood, or did I wake up in a bad mood knowing deep down inside that something bad was coming?
Either way, wondering doesn’t matter because it was just bad. Sleep-deprived, I tried my hardest to get through the day, but one thing after another and I left feeling defeated.
This summer has been the fastest in the history of my life. And after today, I’ll be glad to see August go.