Tonights is one of those nights.
You know what I'm talking about.
You close the door behind you and numbly lock it shut. You at your hands for long minuts before finally breaking. You gasp for breath, silently sobbing about everything that went wrong all at once.
Everything that is wrong with you and the world and everything that you just can't deal with.
Then you deal with it the only way you know how.
You take a deep, exhausted, shuddenring breaths as you quietly cry yourself to sleep.
The next morning you wake up huddled in a corner of your bed with a sore neck and a pounding headache.
So you get of bed just like any other morning.