Talk about being invisible...
I might as well have hibernated in a hole and stayed there for the entire winter. Such "blahness" in a person cannot sustain the motivation required to live on and attempt to enjoy the day. It only hinders it. The day will end, and the waves will only flood my blood vessels - it won't bring me anything.
I now welcome being stranded on an island. I speak on this part of the world, but no one hears me. My protests, arguments and rationale are invisible even to intelligent beings.
I'm drowning in an ocean of self-pity and personal inadequacies.
I might as well burn my bridges, bury myself and just die already.
Talk about a very bad day, indeed.