Why is it that always I have to be scared of Mondays?… pretty much since I can remember I always had this Monday-phobia… brrrr
Sunday evening I used to cuddle next to my parents and a tear would cross over my cheek while thinking of horrifying Monday.
Monday was either a test, a subject I did not study well enough… simply the start of a new challenge that I was never ready enough to face.
This Monday I am again scarred… although the day is almost over…
Beats me.. it’s just a shiver down my spine…