I've Never Really Liked The Number 13...

Maybe I'm just grumpy. Maybe it's that I haven't been alone in a while. Maybe all these migraines are just frying my hormones to a grouchy crisp. But I just can't see much of a bright side. I have low expectations for this year. I'll sleep it off and there'll be joy in the morning. I missed being with my friends for the night. That creeping sensation of being forgotten is familiar in my heart. I'm still a little sad. I hate these little times of melodrama in me. The suck, and everyone hates them. So, anyways. Goodnight. Enjoy your awkward numbered year.