I would love nothing more than to be sitting in a highbacked-wingtipped chair in front of a roaring fire, a cat curled on my lap, and a glass of red wine in my hand.
But all I have is a bottle of bourbon and some doom metal. Great from my contemplative, introspective angst.
Spring Semester starts soon, so hopefully that will revive my spirits.
Yes, I am falling... how much longer 'till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?
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