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The fun thing about being on graveyards is that you start to feel like you exist outside of time.
I wander around when everyone is sleeping. It eliminates all of the expectations of usual life. I don't have anywhere to be, anyone to talk to. You'd think that would make me sad, but its having the opposite effect. I'm not supposed to be anywhere, so I don't ever feel like I'm missing out on anything.
Tonight I left my apartment at exactly 4:21 AM. I was, for once, the only one fighting for the elevator. I was the only one walking down the marble steps out the front entrance of my apartment building. There was no one on the streets. There was no one chatting in their own little nook and making me wish I could be part of the conversation. There was no one to comment on my choice of color scheme (read: color explosion) in my wardrobe. I could run circles around the skyscrapers of downtown and there was no one to bump into.
It's a bit chilly now that it's September. It seems like the temperature instantly dropped 30 degrees the second the month switched over. Not that I mind, because this year I've purchased my winter clothes early, and I've been dying to wear them (like this little number that's deliciously warm and cozy. I adore hoodies.)
I wore it out tonight on my little jaunt, of course. It and my newly short hair that I didn't spend a second styling before I left, because who is even there to see it?
It's bizarrely liberating, being by yourself.
Or maybe I just feel happier because of these pills that I was started on.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm on antidepressants?
I wander around when everyone is sleeping. It eliminates all of the expectations of usual life. I don't have anywhere to be, anyone to talk to. You'd think that would make me sad, but its having the opposite effect. I'm not supposed to be anywhere, so I don't ever feel like I'm missing out on anything.
Tonight I left my apartment at exactly 4:21 AM. I was, for once, the only one fighting for the elevator. I was the only one walking down the marble steps out the front entrance of my apartment building. There was no one on the streets. There was no one chatting in their own little nook and making me wish I could be part of the conversation. There was no one to comment on my choice of color scheme (read: color explosion) in my wardrobe. I could run circles around the skyscrapers of downtown and there was no one to bump into.
It's a bit chilly now that it's September. It seems like the temperature instantly dropped 30 degrees the second the month switched over. Not that I mind, because this year I've purchased my winter clothes early, and I've been dying to wear them (like this little number that's deliciously warm and cozy. I adore hoodies.)
I wore it out tonight on my little jaunt, of course. It and my newly short hair that I didn't spend a second styling before I left, because who is even there to see it?
It's bizarrely liberating, being by yourself.
Or maybe I just feel happier because of these pills that I was started on.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm on antidepressants?