Peace.

[marcomeatball]

Sometimes I wish I could run away, be alone.

Away from responsibility, people, places, and be one with myself.

Dvorak's Symphony #9 in Eminor is playing right now, the second movement, largo.

It puts me to ease.

My room is a mess, I'll deal with that today. And my essay on Descartes.

You know you've done something wrong when memories haunt you.

-When is it my turn to get gifts?

I sit here until a reply...

Solace?