This is one of those days where I'm so sure that the minute I step outside my room, I'll get pounced on with a thousand things that apparently nobody could handle but me.

Unpleasant feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I don't even know if the first shoe fell.

Yeah, mood is in the basement. I've already cried once and probably will again. Nobody is having a good day and I'm waiting for it to be blamed on me.

Which made me think. If I'm responsible for everyone else's good mood, who's responsible for mine. And the answer came back to me. And I'm not okay today.