I listen to Kings of Convenience because it is commensurate to my level of melancholy at this particular point of time.

I should, perhaps, get out of this hormonal pattern of crying every so often ; sketch for myself a life that is more meaningful than failed attempts at reading novels, lying in the dark when its bright outside, waiting around for people, and worrying about insignificant (and significant i suppose) things.

I feel all exposed sometimes, and I don't know why I let myself fall into these situations.