My son is running around. He is enjoying himself. There's laughter and mirth. With every passing second of me seeing this I hate myself just a little bit more. He doesn't deserve such a useless lump as a father. Sitting. Festering. Not even dying, not even existing, just... there.
Tears stream. Thoughts stream faster. All negative. All bad. Trying to think positive, it doesn't work. It is one of those days. Remind myself that future days will be better, then use that as a reason to feel worse about myself now. You are failing I say. Today I agree.
There's nothing more to say. One of those days. It'll go away soon. I hope.
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