Saturday, November 1

Fed up.

These are the kind of days I wish I didn't live here at home. There's just something agonizing in being at home. Kind of like it was hard to breath. Although I'm not quite sure where I'd prefer to be if not here. Somewhere else, somewhere I feel good. And don't you dare to come telling me to think positive and see the good things in everything, I don't feel like it. Preferably come here, hold me and tell me it's okay to be who I am, that I'm important and truly matter no matter what I do and then get me drunk. Yes, three in the afternoon. Like it matters, anyway. Time's an illusion.

I haven't really felt very inspired by nearly anything lately. I'd just like to get some change. Leave. Do something different. Find new things and inspiration and maybe, just maybe, feel like doing the things I like again for a change. Alas, it'll be a damn long time before I get to leave and there'll be some big things to accomplish before I can go anywhere. And if I can't leave, I wish I could even feel nice and warm no matter where I was. Now there's something I'd like to learn.

My tea's gone cold. There's snow outside.