i wonder what it is about sundays that make me so stomach-achingly lonely and sad? it seems that every sunday night this morose wave of depression hits me, but it’s usually gone by monday. or at least i ignore it better on monday. i just wish i knew where it came from or what caused it. if there was only some way i could nip it in the bud or stop it from happening. but i suppose now is the time where i crawl into bed, curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep.