Fri 8 Feb, 2013 06:45 am
Sometimes, once every few years or so, I like to **** up my life and delve into a deep state of sulking. I listen to sad music that I can relate to and cut off all my ties and then cry and feel so lost. Everything just becomes like a blanket of suffering that covers me.
I think I enjoy it. It feels warm and cozy.
Yup, those old sneakers are so comfortable - but you can't go dancing in them