It is a rainy thursday afternoon and somehow everything reminds me that I am such a melancholic blue person. Even the gray clouds want to be friends with me, but I don't really like them. Oh, and the music, oh the music is perfect. Only the sound of my good, old blues can make me feel at home, and less lone for a while. A few days ago, I was so tursty for some pooring rain, and some real gray, while now I feel like this whole wilderness shackles me and it's hard for me to escape.
Let's say that those muffins are pretty much the only thing I'll remember my friends with this summer.