i have officially put on my winter weight, yet i don't give too much of a shit right now. i'm not happy about it, but i'm not sad, either... pretty much how i feel about everything these days. i miss something but i don't even know what it is, i need something but can't seem to pinpoint what, exactly. i just want to sit in my room by myself with the lights turned low watching documentaries on the mysteries of life.

welcome to february.