Just another day in Paradise.

Today was really shitty. I slept til almost 11 am, dragged my ass out of bed. I've been down all day. Really short fuse. Yelled at my dog, which I never do. Carl told me I should try to write down my feelings, but when I'm this way, I don't want to do anything. Sometimes, I just feel like my whole life is a fucking failure. I've never done anything well in my life. Unless reading escape liturature counts.