Ramblings about time at midnight on a Thursday

I wouldn't even consider this a poem or a story or anything organized. Actually, it's more of a journal entry than anything. I wrote it while trying to keep myself from having a nervous breakdown.

 I really dislike the concept of days. It feels as if I'm limited to what I can get done in a few hours, and that that determines how my life is going. No. Somedays I'm on top of the world and I'm a great writer and I can do anything. But a lot of days I do too much arguing in my mind and too much yelling at myself and too much crying and too much mind numbing. That doesn't work. A broken mind is like a sprained foot in the sense that you have to walk on it and hurt in order for it to heal. I have to write and feel raw emotion in order to feel like I've created something powerful from my weak, trembling mind.