Nothing worse than feeling sorry for yourself.

Today? Can’t seem to stop. Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s my son screaming “I hate you!” repeatedly before school.

Maybe it’s the realizing how far I’m drifting from my wife. My kids. And thinking all the fucking therapy and happy thoughts aren’t worth shit today.

Maybe it’s just this stupid tuna salad I’m having for lunch.

It’s time to get the fuck over myself. Obviously.