Yesterday: a good day

Today: literal and figurative glass shattered into a thousand pieces

I cannot do it

I can’t make it safe in the kitchen

Or in life

And I can’t do anything hard without glass pieces everywhere

I need help or sleep or both

Why is it beyond my capacity to have a good day without following it with a rough day?

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