lonesome.

hmm, my holidays have been so miserable, depressing even.

now i think of it, i think i have done about two fun things. over four weeks.
going places just doesn't seem to have a kick in it anymore.
life.. doesn't seem to have a kick in it anymore.

i hardly go out anymore and it's rare i get to make good memories.
i don't usually say this in all seriousness but i actually feel like if i had the chance i would want to go back in time.

to the times where i was known for sneaking out of your house at random times in the night while everyone layed asleep or before you woke up. because i was some crazy insomniac.

nowadays, that's all i do.

sleep away my life, waiting for something that might not ever come.
longing for something good to happen in my life

/wine