melancholic me

"Catching teardrops in my hand"... I can't get these words out of my head.

I have been going through a deep melancholy for a while now, a sweet kind of melancholy, super addictive melancholy. Whenever I am home, I am keeping mum, doing nothing... just sitting around or lying down on the bed with the lights out. Whenever I am out I am going to all sorts of places and walking, walking and walking while sticking the earphones in my ears. Its super addictive. Really. I got heaps of uni works to do, more works piling up every day, but I am enjoying burying my head in the sand at the moment... its peaceful down here, it is! If you ask the reason behind my current state, I possibly can't satisfy you... I really don't know. I am just terribly missing certain people, moments, part of my life... missing some crazy tid bits. Re-viewing certain decisions and re-weighing the rightness of the moves taken...
On a second thought, it may not be that serious. In fact I am trying to convince myself, its just another bad PMS :P.

So, right now, I am waiting for the negative tan curve to hit the asymptote, and boom--there I will have the magical moment...