I hate going to bed, falling asleep feeling like crap and then waking up a few hours later, totally unrefreshed, utterly exhausted and still feeling like crap, or worse.  Yesterday was a good day.  No, it was a great day!  I had my hair done, a self-indulgent, pampering experience.  I bought myself some perfume, again, self-indulgent and extravagant.  I spent a little while with a wonderful friend and then spent some time tutoring two brilliant girls.  I felt good.  Then I got home, felt completely alone in contrast with my day which full of interaction with different people.  I grew lower and lower, recoiled and withdrew into this pit of despair for no real valid reason.  It make me feel ridiculously selfish yet I cannot stop it and now, today, I feel that I am unable to face the world.  I cannot even leave the house, leave my bedroom.