Tuesday, fresh fruit on the table. Feeling fatigued as my feet hit the floor and even though the day just started I still feel sore. A glass of water gets gulped then I go about my day. The only thing that can stop me is me, not you. This is what I say as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and paint my face. I wear a broken mask with a smile painted on. High cheeks. Squinted eyes. Happy Tuesday, I guess.