It’s just a bad day.
Another bad day.
Force yourself to get out of bed and do something.
It’s just another day.
Another day of school.
Going to class after class even though your brain can’t comprehend lectures.
It’s just a rainy day.
The clouds mute the sun’s light.
Raindrops fall on every surface they can and make the world shine.
It’s just a quiet day.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Sitting down and taking a moment to relax after a stressful week.
It’s just a perfect day.
Nothing eventful happens.
The wonders of everyday seem new, a day that couldn’t have been planned.
They are all just days.
Some good, some bad.
All important in how we perceive the passage of time.