It’s a Bad day,
Not a Bad life.
Seven Bad days,
and still a Bad Week?
Sadness has now started to grow on me. It has been a pretty pretty low week. I am trying to hold up. I’ve learnt so much about myself in the past week, I don’t even regret it. Never knew a week could mean so much.
They say it only gets better, right?
Maybe the next week shall be better. (Fingers crossed. It better be)