Not a very happy post, so if you need to look away, I will understand.

Had gone out this morning. Woke up with such a heavy cloud over me. It’s still here. Not leaving. And I needed to get out of here. But now it’s work time, and I am back in my room. Here. Back to here.

Work is work, and I guess to get paid, I have to do some work.

Big, heavy sigh.

Let it rain.

Most shops were closed, by the way, at the market. I wanted to get new lenses in on my old subtle cat-eye frames/spectacles. I guess it’ll happen tomorrow, then.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you
I think your house is haunted
Your dad is always mad and that must be why
And I think you should come live with
Me and we can be pirates
Then you won’t have to cry
Or hide in the closet

🎧 seven by Taylor Swift