Melancholy

I know I've used that title before.  I haven't blogged in a week.  Yes, me, the one who was so strict about blogging every single day and would apologize profusely for missing just one.  I'm out of things to say.  Even now, I don't have much to write.  But I'm putting words on a page because things are empty and I don't want them to be but I can't very well fix them.

Right then...I opened that early this morning.  I haven't touched it since.  I'm less melancholy now.  Then again, adorable things tend to fix one's mood quite nicely.  I'm still a bit lonely.  Still confused as to how it's possible that after the past two months, I won't get to see you today...or this week...or most of the rest of this month, even.  It's just odd.  I'm trying to adjust.

Again, it's been hours since I wrote the last paragraph.  If you can call it that.  I figure that since I started writing something, I might as well finish it, right?  I don't know what happens to this blog from here.  I've already fallen out of the habit of daily blogging, so it's not like I feel obligated to keep that up anymore.  Maybe I'll drop it.  Or maybe I'll just write every so often.  We'll see.  I'm sorry I suck at this so much.