I've got a headache because it's Monday. Monday's not such a good day for most of the working class. I used to have this Oh-God-I-Am-So-Very-Different-From-You phase and decided that Monday would be my very favoritest day. Didn't work.

Some days, it's okay, really. But there are days when the fact that I'm trying my utmost to ignore hits me: I don't like what I'm doing. I'm not fit for what I'm doing. I should be grateful to the people who've put me here. Somehow , I am not.