Recently I read something about how when you lost someone, you’ll never really get over the loss. You just learned to live without them. It’s because every single person is unique and irreplaceable. So am I. So are you.
I always have a hard time believing that on my bad days, I’m not myself. I’ve always been myself and being myself includes having bad days and not being happy all the time. Though I do suspect “I’m not myself” is just a figure of speech.
I didn’t have a very good sleep the two nights I spent in a hotel somewhere in the Ottawa Valley. Partly because the bed was so firm it hurt my body and partly because of something I should care about, and I do care about, but just don’t react the way I should, and it bothers me and makes me feel like a horrible person. How’s that for vague?
Anyway, I should go to bed now. Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow after a good night’s sleep. I’m actually pretty excited about sleeping in my own bed tonight. It’s so nice and soft. Yes, I should definitely go to bed now.