Some days are simply not worth waking up to

There just days that it is not just worth the effort of opening your eyes to the glare of the sun, ending a peaceful journey in dreamland, and to even getting out of bed. Hammered from the previous partying, stoned from all the beer that poured down from a seemingly endless supply of booze, dazed and confused after a night of crazy fun, i just don't fee like coming around to starting the day, or afternoon, or night depending when I get the alcohol out of my head. There are days that seemingly start like any ordinary day then out of no where, BAM!!! It hits you. BAD HAIR DAY!!! ''oh, wow what the fuck happened!?'', that's all you can say. It seems like the only thing that happened right is waking up and that's ok just because it only meant you are still alive. Knowing that you are alive in this world isn't really something happy to wake up to. What else will happen?