Melancholy. It happens to the best of us. You're having a good day, a good week, and then all of the sudden you just feel down. You aren't depressed, nothing tragic has happened, but you cannot shake this 'icky' feeling.
Melancholy.
Sometimes you can shake it off pretty quick, but sometimes it lasts for a little while. You go to bed, wake up in the morning, and look at yourself in the mirror with disdain. You can't figure out why though.
Me.
No, I am not saying that I, Nurney, am the cause of your sudden sadness. I mean me as in YOU. The first two letters in melancholy spell "me".
So, if it is in fact you, then why can't we control it? Yes, my use of pronouns is even confusing the hell out of me. You get what I'm saying though right?
Do we want to be sad? You ever have a great weekend, come home, and still find yourself a bit down? Is it because deep down, all of us like a little self pity?
Hell if I know.