Everyone here knows how to cry.

Tonight would have been so comfortable if I wasn't starving and aching for you. It would have been a night for Philosopher's Brew and handwritten poetry and oversized sweaters. Lapse in Logic struck again today when I decided to walk halfway home from work and completely soaked my moccasins through in the process because I didn't feel like waiting for a bus. They'll take days to dry and they turned my feet a horrific shade of orange and I want you to stop lying. I'm so cold.