Undrtone

hauntedair
I am writing this from a bed with the curtains drawn on the sunniest day in Glasgow for quite some time. It’s so easy to slip into this mode, I love it and I hate it. I’m prone to depression. It’s not something I try to hide anymore, but being open about it doesn’t mean I don’t continue to have days where the idea of going outside borders on terrifying. I sometimes feel I could stay like this for weeks if I didn’t have shit to do. I think of Brian Wilson in his beddy days and feel envy. It’s no way to live though. I will probably head out after I’ve done this, honest. Might just watch one more episode of The Bridge. ♯scotthutchison • ♯mastersystem ♯editors ♯minorvictories ♯owljohn ♯frightenedrabbit ♯physedrecs