Some weeks are better than others

But not this one apparently. To say that this week nothing goes my way would be like saying that the great white is a big fish-it’s not untrue but doesn't even start to cover the truth.
Did I do something? Or maybe I didn't do something I should have done? I need a reason. I'm even ready to take the blame (although it just couldn't be mine) but I need a reason. Period. I need a reason because not having one makes me feel helpless, drifting.

Ah, forget it. I'll focus on the nice fact that what was is already behind. I have no other choice anyway, do I?

I'm probably just tired.