And the sky was made of amethyst
It's cold. I feel it. I feel like a rock with water freezing inside it, breaking the rock from within. I always hibernate in the winter, I think I'm becoming boring. Maybe it's time I become too busy with my own things. Maybe I need to not notice time passing, Maybe I need a second job. I do need the money. I hate that I always use work as a crutch, when I'm depressed I usually just bury myself in projects and work so I don't notice how I feel. I'm not sure that's healthy. I can't wait to eat dinner.