the feeling of being alone.
alex is out with friends,
and i’m alone, listening to rachmaninoff’s piano concerto no.2 In c minor, op. 18 – 2. adagio sostenuto (which is just as pretty as his rhapsody on a theme of paganini, op. 43, but only when its about 7-8 minutes in),
and not doing any of the things i should be doing.
i want a cup of tea, and a warm bed.
i’m too busy for my own good.
i am doing too many good things.