The frosty mornings, hazy days, the bitter cold biting at my skin. It creeps up so suddenly, infiltrating my lungs and the chill getting to the core of my body. It hardens my ability to cry, but when teased and tried by the pangs of guilt and idleness, the flow is endless. The salty, warm flow touches cool and crisp flesh and suddenly it's likeable. This sadness is everlasting, may as well fit the role perfectly. More food, less work, more sadness. Guilt, guilt, depression, guilt. I don't know if this will ever end. It's cold and I miss you, I can't stand either of those things. I'm hoping the weather changes soon and with it my mood, bringing hope and action. Or something a bit more fun.
Today was mostly wasted, only got one lot of notes done. Not much else. I'm tired of the fact that sadness is all I am.
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