I had an AMAZING night last night. House party - you know the deal. Met pretty pretty new people, and stayed up till the early hours of the morning. 6.30 to be exact. The only problem is that hangover + little sleep = depression/melancholy. Listening to Speaking A Dead Language by Joy Williams. It's suiting this mood.
"Oh I wonder, when did it all stop making sense? I don't understand.. I remember, we were so sure, so innocent. Oh, but that was then.."
Think I'll go for a run. It's still summer, and still light, even this late.
Love + ache. XXXXX
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