An Apology

I'm sorry, guys.
I try to keep up with things.
I try to post regularly.
But yesterday was busy
And today I'm dead inside.

Everyone, I guess
Has good and bad days.
Today was not a good day
But not entirely a bad day
I got a lot of stuff done, actually

(Let's call it a hard day, neither good nor bad.)

But when the business goes away
And I'm alone with my thoughts,
I feel exhausted on the inside
Without motivation to do anything
Only wanting to hide from the world.

My words have been my friend
For a decade now they've never left my side
And yet "loss of interest" is a symptom
And it haunts my every moment
With "Last edited: Over a month ago."

I'm sorry, guys.
I'm trying my best and I'm getting help
I'm exercising and socializing and stuff
And I'll have a good day before long
But today was not a good day.

(But it wasn't a bad day. Just a hard one.)