m i s a n t h r o p y.

So I'm not sure where this post is coming from (I'm pretty sure I'm not grieving over Daryl because it was after all just liking). Maybe it's from listening to Coldplay's Fix You one too many times and realizing that the break is pretty damn boring when you got no one with you. Maybe it's from realizing that November's almost here and there's a slight chance that Nikki's coming home and that means meeting up.

Wasn't it way better when we all lived happily, blissfully unaware of how much we actually secretly wanted each other? Wasn't it way better when we we tried to tamp down the feelings of loneliness even when we were in a sea of people? I don't know where these words are coming from actually; I just feel a little weirder than usual (which is saying something), as if... I dunno. Something. Anything.

Don't worry, I promise these type of nonsensical rambles won't be frequent and will have large spaces of time between them.

I blame the music. The idleness. This slowly dying heart of mine. Stupid misanthrope.

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