This isn't really a rant. I've accidentally stayed up till 5 in the morning. It's pretty outside, the sky is slowly shifting from a vintage faded blue to a mellow gray. It feels... Weird. Melancholic. I don't feel tired. Why? I'm not sure. I've been feeling down lately, constantly thinking about the horrible things that I've faced and the friends I've lost. As much as drowning in the media I love is exciting, I want to feel productive again. I want to do things. I want to get my life together, and not just rot in my bedroom. As the sky brightens, I can only hope that my will to live can make a turnaround. Should I go to sleep, or just pull an all nighter? I'm not sure. I'm feeling a little drowsy now, so I'm going to head of to sleep once the sun rises. Also, to make you guys feel better, here's a ship that I've been loving recently: Wrightworth. Maybe you all will have a turnabout sooner than you think. Good luck!