Today is going to be a miserable day.

Already some people are mad at me, others not present when or where they should be. My body is falling apart on me, and I just want to curl up into a ball and cry.

What bothers me is that a lot of my life is spent like this. Most people aren't fond of the I'm-miserable-because-I'm-a-terrible-person-and-deserve-it theory, but it's the only one that makes any sense. Occam's Razor -- the simplest explanation that fits the known data is usually the correct one.

I'll do my best to wade through misery, although the awareness that I don't deserve to pull through it at all is ever-present.