Who knew

Why is it I wake up every day and it's either the 17th or the 23rd? The two worst days to ever exist. Prime numbers are bad omens.

I can't miss you today because I am on the cusp of insanity. My feeling of worthlessness has peaked and if you were here I'm sure you'd be as disappointed in me as I am.

I hate the 23rd. It's just one more reminder of what it was like to be happy.