The Lovesong Writer

My mood seems to change with the weather. When skies are grey, my mood is grey; and I feel the best on sun-shiny days! I guess it's directly proportional to the weather! I've got to stop thinking about studies though. It's affecting my speech(:

And I have no idea why it's affecting me either. Sometimes I think I should slap myself. But I don't really think that is the root of my melancholy either. I think it's something much bigger that I cannot comprehend. Or I can but I refuse to accept? Somehow, I think friendship is just an excuse to feel melancholic. I feel the loss of something, I just can't figure out what. And I hate that feeling.

There is a solution to everything, I suppose; some we don't really want to consider. My solutions are always to get things off your chest first, talk a bunch of emotionally deep values, and then the real root of my problem will come out.

I suppose it really is true that it's the little things in life that can either make you or break you. Cause in the end, all we look at is the little things; people who look at the big picture are hard to find. Well, I suppose I also hate the idea of me supposing. I prefer to know solid hard facts. Maybe one day, I'll post my meaningful conversations up(:

As a friend told me once, "Or perhaps, no one can really see the true meaning of love any longer."

Labels: musings

12:33 am;
Still waiting for you-