I hate the fact that I did not even last a full week before being home forced me into one of my maudlin moods. I mostly avoided this at college--my roommate was way more emotional than I was. I got to be to steadfast one for once in my life.

And now I am home and putting Rufus Wainwright's "Pretty Things" on repeat. Way to fall off the wagon, Elizabeth.

Mood melancholy Tags: angst, music