• This is how I feel at the moment. This is how it's been going for me lately. Like I'm waiting, except I'm not waiting over an aromatic cup of coffee, but over a lot of shit that pull me in one of those dreadful cycles that I still haven't managed to escape. One day, I just feel invincible and determined to conquer all my to-do lists scrawled on crumpled and creased pieces of paper scattered all over my room. The next I'd be my own crumpled version of a neglected to-do list, discouraged and doubting. I lose heart that easily. As for that something I'm waiting for. I don't know. I guess I'm waiting for someone to pull me out of this empty house, out of "alonedom", out of the midst of my shadow, and into a room full of happiness free flying in the air, up for grabs for the lonely and lost soul, that is me. 
• I have less than 30 minutes to get ready for art workshop. I'm so lonely and awkward there.
• I have less than 2 weeks to barrel through 1 and a half books full of notes for me to read and decode and apply unto these black and white keys that frustrate me too much, it hurts. I love the instrument but I hate myself for not loving it enough to play it well.  
• I need some lovely company.