melancholy

there's something about stringing up thousands of white icicle lights for someone else's wedding reception that reminds you that you haven't even held hands with a girl since before christmas. so despite this being the happiest day ever for one lucky couple, it just makes me melancholy.

why does it do this to me? why do i care? i shouldn't. i keep telling myself that...

and then some days i'd just like to cuddle with a cute gal. snuggle under a blanket. watch a movie. you know.