Why our moods are so dependent on our circumstances?
Why when mom's happy everybody's happy?
Why we need human contact? Why can't we be satisfied with being alone? People always fail us.
I guess I'm in a melancholy type of mood. The dreary winter days get to me.
However, I'm sitting in front of a blue light which I hope will give me a new burst of energy.
Sad, contemplative, removed...