Was it something I said?

Did I waste a day? When was the last time I took a day off? I feel the need to justify my existence every day. Even sabbath, my doing nothing feels like something.

To waste a day having not accomplished anything that I could and would construe as ‘productive’. But it is not too late. I can read a paragraph before the clock strikes midnight.

If I was accused of saying something that was true but was judged to be a crime. Would I be able to face the accusation with silence? Would I allow myself to be stripped, exposed naked and then cruelly killed? No.