So maybe it's the winter fully here in all its cold wet glory, or the stress of ending a semester, or the light of days being reduced to fewer hours than I can deal with (aided by my propensity for late nights and thus late mornings), but my angst level has skyrocketed lately. I desire to listen to angry/melancholy/self-depreciating music while wearing dark eyeliner. The only perfect light is candle light, eye strain be damned. My usual calm and laid-back demeanor is being pushed aside with thoughts of nasty things to say to people who've upset me. Anti-socialness is closing in, let me be alone with my poetry and black nail polish and thrift store shirts and deep thoughts, they're all I need.

But it's so not me, it's funny.  And I'm sure it's all in passing... give me a truly joyous moment and the emo in me will be back in its dark cave once again.