i just looked at my past entries,
my prose is so sad.
now,
onto more sadness.




why now--
why is that i feel so awful,
like i don't want to do anything,
i don't care about most things
and i only want to hear and see
from certain people?
laying in bed all day sounds like
the only appealing activity;
but that's what a person under the weather
should be doing, not me.