When Somebody Loved Me
Lives should always be works in progress. Never stop learning and never decide to quit trying to figure it all out.
I don't know why, but I have been feeling not overly joyous. I have been going out and making friends with all kinds of people that I haven't done for some time. It makes me happy when I am out, but I think that the loneliness is getting to me.
I have been keeping to myself a lot, both inside and out. I don't say too much when I am with people, at least, not things that matter. Not much seems to matter to me anymore.
Am I spilling into a depression? I hate that...but here is a song that I have been playing a lot.









