The worst day of the year.
It marks one more year of constant failures and self sabotage.
One more year of senseless stupid purchases.
One more year of failing relationships.
One more year of drinking too much coffee and smoking too much.
One more year of being an ass.
One more year of completely ignoring my need to return to my psychoanalyst.
One more year of not going after the things I really want for my life.
I’m going to have a cigarette, a slice of chocolate cake, some wine, some Prozac and go to bed.
But I have Nietzsche, so all is well.