A Crazy Little Dream...

Well... I didn't keep my blogging promise, but I don't think I was ever going to in the first place. That's just something that I shouldn't promise, or I won't do it, so I won't do that this time. The real point of this post though isn't about that, it's just about what's hit me in this last week. I've just realized today that I have a distinct level of Melancholy in me.



It's an amazing thing that it can just sneak up on a person like this. For the majority of the week, I've felt down in the dumps. Tuesday it sent me to bed early and late to rise the next day. But not until this point right now did I realize that this is truly and fully melancholy. I'm not really caring much about anything that happens around me, I don't care if it's good or bad, it's just happening. I've even watched part of a favorite series today and it couldn't shake me out of it. Now don't get me wrong, (for the most part) I get away with it at work. I can slap on a smile and a fake happy attitude as the next college student, but there's nothing real under that at this point.

Now, I think I can trace this back to events stemming from last friday (none of your beezwax at the moment, world), but for some reason, I think it may be something else too... I just don't know what at this point. This is just something that I'm not very used to, so I thought I'd write about it. Nothing more, nothing less.