It floats around and takes me over like a little drop of ink in a glass of water...

Tonight feels like one of those nights where you don't do anything you wanted to do and just do the things in the morning kind of nights.

Yeah.

Successfully worked myself into one of those moods where all I want to do is go outside and stare at the sky and listen to sad music all night long. But I'm going to try and not be outside until 4am - 8am. Because it would really suck to mess up my sleeping schedule again when I fixed it.

I really need to do other things than read sad short stories, watch sad foreign films, and then read history books full of sad history. Angst. Angst. Angst.

I'm not even that sad about anything. I can't think of one thing in my life to worry about or be super upset about. The opposite of that, really. But yet, here I am, acting like I'm a depressed teenager again, balled up on the floor listening to The Smiths and The Cure.

Goooooooo outside Megaaaannnnn. Chill the fuck out.