I feel like . . . hm . . . how can I put this? I feel like eyes without a body . . . I feel really, really sad.
At the same time, another part of me is watching myself, and noting how deeply hurt I am by something that isn't even an injustice, something that's just the consequence of regular life, and it seems to me that I'm a very, very weak person. And it's not only that I don't see myself as having a significant role in my life, but I don't think I'm even "good enough" to have significance in my life.
I guess that probably doesn't make sense.
I hope I feel better when I wake up . . .