What a Difference....

...a day makes.

I felt like shit yesterday. Physically, mentally, emotionally - through and through. Seemed like nothing in my life was where it oughta be and I really just wanted to get in my bed and sleep til June, in hopes of shit being better by then.

But this morning, I woke up at a quarter of six, feeling fabulous, for no reason at all, and I couldnt help to think about the crazy guy I met yesterday, who could talk about nothing positive, except the sex with his new girlfriend, who occasionally hates him. It made me think about all the people in the world who have committed suicide, straight giving up one day. What would have happened if they just held on for one more day? Could they have possibly awaken feeling fabulous? Would things suddenly not seem half bad? Kinda makes me sad, but it makes me glad that Im no quitter. Im glad I know that there is always tomorrow. I wish everyone thought that way. Theres never a guarantee we'll live to see it as it is - take your chances. The universe doesnt need any help.

Just a thought.