"Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few...September...November..."
I don't know what happened between August and the present, but I feel the melancholy coming back. Maybe it's the fall. Maybe winter is supposed to be shitty, and there's no way around it. Everything dies, and then we emerge in the spring different than we were before. I haven't slept in days. I think that insomnia is possibly the worst condition ever. I dread bedtime, when my roommates go to sleep, and I'm alone again for another six hours. It's at night when it would be really nice to have someone there with me.