monday blues.

sigh. that sums it all up.

by sunday night, i'm usually at the peak of unhappiness. the knowledge of a new week starting just opens the floodgates of bad memories from the past week.

don't get me wrong, it's not like my weeks are raped by bad memories and bad happenings, it's just.. sunday nights are a long night of recollection of people who i didn't like meeting, things i didn't like hearing and work i didn't complete that would carry over to the new week.

i know i know, every week should be a fresh start and all, but somehow, it never works that way. every monday there's shit to shovel because of old shit from the last week, and to make things worse, new shit piles on to add on to the shitty shit shoveling. to me, i guess what constitutes a fresh start is when there's absolutely no shit from the past, no shit on hand to deal with, and perhaps anticipating just a wee bit of surprising shit from the future.

yep. my jolly saturday mood has definitely passed.

it's not that i want to be a pessimist, or a whiny prat, but somehow, happiness seems to be grasped only when the weekend is near. how sad is that? i'm 20, should be living my life fully, worrying about pimples and boys. definitely not whether my email is taken care of, or whether i've paid last month's phone bill.

ah well, don't worry. this feeling will pass by next friday. i'm quite sure of it.

toodles.