Just one of those days

Just one of those days when you barely leave your bed. You know it's not right but you decide to indulge yourself just one more day. Just this single time. Just one of those days when solitude is not a feeling. It's the weight that you're carrying, it's the weight upon your heart that paralyses yourself. That paralyses any motivation. You feel like screaming but nobody is listening anyway. And nobody understands the depth of a scream of despair. They would just be bothered by the noise that you make.
Just one of those days. You know tomorrow will be different. You know tomorrow you will laugh at your own pointless drama. You do have the strength to pick yourself up once again, like you always did. You don't need anybody but yourself and you should comprehend, once and forever: people in your life are just potentially making it more beautiful, at some point. It's not compulsory. You're in charge of your own survival. It's just a damn jungle and you have to survive.