I feel very low and down these days. I don't wanna say I'm depressed necessarily, it always seems like everyone is "depressed" these days. Not trying to take away from the people who are though, I feel bad though myself saying I would have it. I hate being inside throughout the night, I always have. There's an oddly specific comfy feeling in just sitting on a curb in an empty street listening to your own thoughts echo in your head. It's an odd feeling, sure. But it's what I'd rather be doing. The cold breeze against my face, one you don't feel in your own home. The smell of, an unidentifiable smell, but one of knowing you're outside.
