Dying to run away, with lots & lots of donuts.
In this daydream, I'd like it to be raining, and I'd like to be in a forest in the mountains, and I'd like to find a cliff and sit on the edge looking down over a town, maybe, stuffing my face with said donuts. This is because I'm feeling low, ohhh so low, and that mental image makes me feel happy... Being above the business of everyday life, all futile stress far far below, the clouds at eyeline taking my worry with them as they drift away. Doesn't it sound delightful? Soppy, but delightful. I feel heavy! So heavy and sunken. Like a boat carrying too much weight, being dragged down and filling with water, becoming too overloaded to stay afloat; a bird carrying a victim of prey too large to stay in flight, choosing either to slowly lose grip on the catch, or keep its grip on the catch and drop height swiftly. Paint my nails black and call me an emo, but I'm down in the dumps. Everything gets to me so easily! Granted, it's thaaaat tiiiime of month, but ne