Sunday evening blues

Day 64 / 365

Sunday evenings have always been depressing for me. Back in school, the reason used to be that weekends were fun, and with Monday coming, the fun would soon be over as well.

As I have grown up, the depression is still there but the reason is different. Weekends are not fun anymore. They are more about hope.

Hope that we will use them to get the much-deserved rest.

Hope that we will finish the long backlog of tasks that we are not able to get done during the week.

Hope that you will use the free time to get your shit together.

And when it's 6 PM on Sunday and you realize that none of that things happened, you can’t help but get depressed. Another weekend gone, 2 more days wasted. You can do nothing but brace yourself for Monday, and soon you will be giving yourself false hope again —

Just let me make it to Friday, I’ll do things right this time around.