i know coming down can hurt

i'll tell myself that i've already accepted it as is, although the possibility of an after-tonight post might probably, most likely, beg and plead to differ.

but i'm wearing a simply shocking outfit tonight. it's nothing new, it might make you see me differently, and make you 

wonder about me, in a good and flattering way to me. then again, it might not, and i'm still pitiously hopeful.

the temperature's somewhere in the forties for once, the snow that threatened to ruin my day by existing on the ground this morning is all but melted, and it looks like a tiny bit of rain. speaking of, the song helping me out of this delirium isn't mopey and meaningful, but rather meant for tapping feet, which will, with me, escalate into stomping feet and stretching fists and beating the air around me to death, which is my version of dancing. listen to living things, it might help.

and we'll see how much i can leave behind tonight, or at least mask up while pulling through all the way long.

-d