"some days are just not worth living", my emo mind made its statement loudly at 7pm, while i sat immobile in my car, two hours after i departed KL and still hadn't reached home.
"days are just not worth living", today was just one of those days, that bump on the road, a dip, the valley, a roadblock, that annoying piece of sheet you just want to burn and watch burn to ashes.
"just not worth living", when your present makes your future look bleak, and you dread each hour and minute.
"not worth living", when the world is too busy spinning to notice, and all you want is for someone to say "don't worry about today, man"
these are the kind of days to find your own meaning