I think it's just one of those mornings that no matter how hard you try, the sun doesn't just seem to shine so brightly and the air's all so gloomy and stuff. A morning, even with the scent of cinnamon and coffee, doesn't seem to go all well. And all that for no concrete reason at all; just waking up and not even deciding to be emo because it didn't need a decision on your part. It's just because it is.
But outside, you try to get along with the flow of the world, for it won't stop for you anyway. And slowly you wish that'd if fade in the course of the day, but it's highly unlikely that it would; after all, night will still fall and you'll be alone at the end.
Moodswings may pass, but they don't totally go away.
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