It’s Monday, and today was not a very good day. My eyes hurt from crying so much, but...

It’s Monday, and today was not a very good day. My eyes hurt from crying so much, but that’s okay because I feel at ease for getting it all out. My hands are stained in red, blue and yellow paint. I left work early because I was being harassed by someone in upper management. I am slowly losing my faith in misjudged men. I am meeting her tomorrow. And I mean I am going to be in her home, in her presence, and in her arms. Today was not a very good day. It was gloomy, and the rain matched my tears perfectly. But there is always tomorrow, and I am not going to give up on this week just yet.