I can't seem to shake myself out of this sombre mess that I'm in.

This emotional dip.

This lack of exuberance in life. In anything.

Maybe it's the monthly syndrome, you speculate.

But I know it's more than that.

It's more than this feverish spell that I have right now. This sickly feeling in my gut.

In fact, I'm feeling so miserable that I don't think I can finish this post, even.

I'm.plain.unhappy.

That's just it.

And all I want to do is hide under my bedsheets and cry.

Don't ask me why.