Feeling Restless

I don’t understand my mood swings lately. But I think I know what caused it.

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Yes, this is what my feelings look like. Ony grayer.

I’m… restless.

The quiet mornings gets on my nerves.

I catch myself sighing all the time.

I get irritated and impatient over the most inane things.

I miss the morning rush.

The bone-tired feeling.

Buying a good pair of sneaks.

Haaaay. I feel old.