Some days

you wake up and realize that your efforts to be a grown up are for naught, and that even though you've really been trying to smile and make things ok, bring them back to where they used to be, it doesn't matter because you've fucked everything up so royally that it's beyond repair and beyond smiles and beyond the powers of grown-uppedness.

So all there's left to do is crawl into bed with a small blue teddy bear and a box of kleenex and wonder if there are enough rX medications in the house to put your out of your misery.