What will today be remembered as? The day I got the brush off? The day after a great day?

It's starting again. The weakening of my foundation, my sense of security. It always happens around this time, like clockwork. I want it to stop. I want these negative thoughts to never penetrate. But they do, inevitably, and this is how I crumble.

I don't want to think or worry about the past. Why do I let people define me, and assign me a value?

I don't have a good feeling about this.