I really thought today was going to be a good day.

I'm sick of being surrounded by unnatural deaths.
I'm tired.
I want to be hungary and I want to enjoy food again.
I don't know why I feel sick, but I have some ideas, which upset me even more.

I don't really have one set reason for being in a bad mood, I really think my bad mood is the reason for my bad mood, if that makes sense. Renfrew's death is taking a toll i believe, it's more emotionally draining than I first thought. Hopefully tomarrow will go well, but as always I'm planning for the worst. I would love a good day, like Friday and Saturday, with the addition of an appetite. Cross your fingers for me.