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Damn. It's another one of those...

Damn. It’s another one of those days. The day when a dark look is apparent on my face. The day when I’m better off alone in a blank and empty room, facing only all four white corners, nary a dash of black stain. The day when others should steer right clear out of my path, and not keep asking me, “What’s with you today?”. The day when I snap at innocent people with much frustration mixed with a good hint of annoyance and sarcasm in my voice. The day when I feel absolutely tired of myself, and not desiring to have anything else to do.

I hate these mood swings. Because I never seem to find out what was the cause of the problem, the root of the evil. It just happens. And I totally hate myself when I do. It has been getting really habitual lately, and I am afraid that I might integrate it into my daily life in times to come.

But I have a feeling that one day, whether I like it or not – I will have to.

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