Good Grief 161

Profoundly shit day (which is saying something).
It's gone 2am. I got back late. The dark night sky heavy with a universe of stars. I thought about the absurdity of the utter insignificance of this one deeply pained speck stood desolately amongst the enormity of it all. How is it possible for so much pain to be felt in something so insignificant? Ashamed not to manage to put it in that perspective and know that at heart it is all so completely futile and meaningless. Too tired to care or go to bed.