Sundays

It feels like a sunday afternoon.

It's peaceful and quiet. Im on my own and itunes are picking slow, quiet, contemplative songs.

It feels like the end of an era. I want to cry, but i dont know why. There's so much to do, yet i dont have the will.
I have this feeling of foreboding, that things will never be the same past today. Like today is the slow ascent of a rollercoaster before i plummet to the melee below. Im scared of tomorrows, of the rest of my life. i dont know what's coming next.

I am a mess. It's only tuesday. Im only 24 years and 22 days old.