today I exist in a vacuum. there is no world. are no people. no food. no air. just me. just me painting myself in stripes of melancholy and quite contentment. I wanted to be ambitious today, but instead I became something else, and the house is cold and quite. and maybe, just maybe I know what the problem is. no people. not that they don't exist. despite my delusions, they do, just not the right type. I know my friends love me, and that C loves me, but today when I thought "I should get out of the house" there was no one to call to go for coffee or do something else to distract me. but maybe that's not a problem. maybe I just get lonely too easy.

confedential to Agent Coeur: miss you.