I'm about to go on a run to CVS, moreso because I have to rather than want to. It's cold outside because it is windy. My least favorite type of weather.
A lot of people wish and beg and plead and pray for love. To be loved.
I wish to relinquish my genius.
Blessed with intellect in sciences and art.
I beg to get rid of it.
Pretentious?
No.
Depressed.
