Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

self pity

Spent most of the evening feeling sorry for myself and I'm not sure why either. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to make feel miserable. Nor is it something that I like to do, but it does happen from time to time. Then the next day I wonder why I wasted so much time wallowing, when I could have been doing so many other things. I suppose it is all part of being human. Sometimes emotions just take over.

 
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