Already down today. Questioning my life choices. Wondering how I ended up a thirty year old single mom living with my mom, watching everyone else my age start their lives with their partners in their own houses. I've got nothing. Not true, I have my son and I love him. But other than that....

I don't even want to start my new job.

I'm tired of not knowing who I'll be in the morning. It's like I'm hungover but I didn't even drink. So I guess Sad Sunday is just my thing.