start the day
sky is grey
All these thoughts
in my mind
but I’m cold inside
I feel that lately many day’s haven’t been mine at all. Don’t really know what to do about it though. Don’t really know what that feeling means.
Today it feels like I spend my days writing songs I don’t finish, reading books I don’t finish, writing emails that don’t get answered. Wanting to relax and watch some TV, ending up answering emails and checking Facebook when I do. Missing my boyfriend when he’s away, getting angry with him when he’s here. I wonder whose days these are…
Maybe it’s just weather-related melancholia.