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May 15, 2010

Melancholy. My new favourite word. I find it a beautiful word; hauntingly beautiful, perhaps due what it portrays. When I am feeling melancholy, I take solace in the exquisiteness of the word. I like to roll it around in my mouth. Melancholy: a wonderfully selfish mood, where one can listen to compellingly sad music, cry their tear ducts dry about nothing and everything, and wallow in self-pity. Naturally, at the time it feels like the earth is crumpling around you, like everything is broken and there is no time left to fix it. But still I find it strangely beautiful.