Feeling overwhelmed by a vague and unidentifiable sense of melancholy.
Maybe it’s because I’m tired and have forced myself to stay awake out of pure boredom.
Maybe it’s because I’m yearning for a new book to sink my teeth into, but I can’t find anything that sounds 100% amazing.
Maybe it’s because lying in bed at 11:30 on a Friday makes me feel old and un-fun.
Maybe.
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