The open window let's the rain in

There are days when I wake up feeling like shit. Sometimes I feel like I've become used to this. I go over scenarios over and over in my head. I'm in my own head every second. I hate the nights when something is on my mind, then I dream about it, then I wake up and it's the first thing I think of. I've become envious of myself in happier times. I get pissed thinking that I took happiness for granted when it was happening. I don't know what I'm talking about.

"In solitude, where we are least alone." - Lord Byron