it's cold out tonight. really, really cold.
you guess it would be, considering it's winter, and with winter comes the usual cold spell, though you think this one is particularly chilly this year.
...to be honest, you.. dont really know why you're here. you guess it could be the depressing loneliness that comes with your life choices, or your failure to succeed at literally anything in your life, or the--
ok, stop. you cant keep doing this to yourself. look at you, being all mopey. that's not what you're about. at least, not usually. you think. maybe.
probably...
okay seriously, enough of that. you're margaret..whatever your last name is now. you're better than this.
you are better than this. you could be doing a lot of things other than being a sad sack in the woods, like...
like.. like...
okay, too much thinking. back to your original thought: you dont actually know why you're in the woods at three in the morning.
you arent one to break the rules, just because the possibility of bringing attention to yourself freaks you out pretty bad, and you dont want that kind of thing attached to your reputation, and you dont want to disappoint your parents anymore than you already have, but.
tonight is different. you dont know why, or how, it just. is.
kind of like you. you're not here for a certain reason, and you're not here to fulfill a certain purpose, you just. exist.
wow, you're being really philosophical tonight. what's wrong with you? are you feeling okay? do you have a fever and you just never noticed it before?
no. you're fine. you feel fine, at least.
maybe you just.. need to rest. really, actually rest.
...yeah. a rest would be good for you, you think. really good, actually.
