When the only person you want to talk to about your crappy noncrappy day is dead?
When you feel like you should be over this by now, since it's been five years and you know talking to that person wouldn't really fix anything?
When you're beginning to think that the entirety of your past three years of sleepless nights, low balance bank account and sheer stubborn willpower was a mistake?
Personally, I cry my eyes out on the way to Wal-Mart after work so I can buy an alarm clock.
Doesn't really fix anything, but at least I can hope that tomorrow's noncrappy crappiness won't be a mirror image repeat of today's.
