Sometimes you lay on your bed in the dark, preparing to sleep and wanting some peace of mind, an escape of some sort, be it by reading a book or by listening to music, but you cannot bring yourself to press play on your music player or flip through the pages of your favourite book. Those are the days when you know it's bad. It's almost as bad as it can get.
Then you realise; but hey, I don't feel like dying and I don't wish that existence is optional. At least not today. So you reach for your music player or your book and you escape into a world away from your own until you drift off to sleep before you start the day anew.
I guess today isn't so bad after all.
Not bad at all.