"Thank you, a bottle would be ideal."

There are good days. 

There are bad days. 

There are in-between days. 

Then, there are days that you can't exactly put a label on. 

The days when all the walls around you look like they're closing in on you. 

Turning their backs on you, even after all the days they stood still in solidarity when you bawled your eyes one night and danced your heart out the next. 

The days when all the trees seem to be whispering away from and against you, even after all the days they sheltered you and whispered soothingly over your nodding head on a hot and mildly windy day.

The days when the birds, whose songs lifted your spirits; seemingly sound like a mocking chatter and cackle against your back. 

The days when you look around and are hit by the realisation; that reality isn't what you think it is.

It never was. 

And sadly, never may be. 

Don't get me started on facing it alone. 

Bittersweet.