It sucks on a weekend like this, all you can do is switch on your anti-social mode, and cry.

It sucks on a weekend like this, when you are finally doing your laundry, the weather plays a prank on you and storms while you were sleeping.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you feel more alone than any other time of the year.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you need to write but could hardly manage.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you wonder if you do have any friends.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you know not how things are getting on.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you are dwelling on work more than anything else.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you feel more forgotten than any other time.

It sucks on a weekend like this, you doubt on your self worth, and question your integrity.

It sucks on a weekend like this, when you couldn’t even bother with the mess in the house.

It sucks on a weekend like this…. when quarter of century blues just eat you up like nobody’s business.