You know that feeling when you are just too tired and life acts like a complete %#*& and keeps throwing stuff at you??
When it rains, it pours.
A smell of soap and toothpaste, of warm, wet facecloths and damp towels curled around her as she sat slumped on the toilet seat, head in hands, thinking, “No, please, God, not another day beginning.
-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath