Day 28: Days like these

There are days when I don't know if I am sick.
 
There are days when I don't know why I feel like shit.

There are days when I don't know if I am angry or merely hungry.

There are days when I don't know why I don't want to talk to anybody. 

There are days when I don't know whether it was something somebody said or did.

There are days when I don't know how to articulate what is wrong with me, even to myself.

There are days when I don't know why I want to sit at the window and stare glumly at the rain.

There are days when I don't know why I would rather lose myself in the fictional life of a literary character rather than analyze my own life.

There are days when I don't know why I miss my friends so much that it aches but I cannot get myself to call any of them.

Is that so bad?