RAINY DAY MOOD

It’s raining again. The window gets blurry and the sky turns dark. Umbrellas of monotone colors, splashes, wet hair, raindrops on my glasses, and dirt on my shoes. I always get mildly depressed on days like this. They say there’s a scientific explanation for my rainy day mood—That’s bullshit.

I believe it though, whatever the bullshit is.

I think I’ll just rot in my room for the day. The bed is my coffin. I have overnight chicken nuggets, half a cup of Mocha, poems, and Radiohead. I put my headphones on.

Now the whole world is mine, except for you.

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