Some days, you look in the mirror and you think, I look all right.
Some days, you can’t wait to jump in the shower and fill the room with steam that fugs up the mirror so you can’t see your own reflection, because you can’t stand to look at yourself.
Some days, you know exactly where you’re going. You see your future before you, bright and beautiful and full of hope.
Some days, you can’t see beyond breakfast. Everything is blank and you see nothing at all.
Some days, the sky is so blue, open and inviting. You look up into the vast emptiness of it, and it’s like you’re hanging by your feet from the Earth and you could just fall into it, flying, looking down and seeing everything.
Some days, the sky is grey and oppressive, and you can feel it pressing down on you, pushing you into the ground until you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything.
Some days, life is beautiful.
Some days, you’d rather die.
Some days you know exactly what you’re doing
Some days you haven’t a clue.
And some days, you’ve already done it.