Any Day

I smell that oddly familiar smell this morning... Like a methadone clinic.... The disdain in her eyes says it all, as I leave for work... A loveless goodbye to begin my miserable day... The nausea is enough to make me sick... I carelessly spent all the rent again... I spend my lunch break begging to borrow it from my mom... Promising to pay back advances and loans... My family greets me at the door with nothingness in their eyes... I blankly sit on the couch... Defeated... Tired.... And worthless... Another foul day... Another any day...