Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like Holly Golightly describes it in Breakfast at Tiffany's: like the blues, but when it gets to the point where you don't even know what you're sad about. It's Friday, finished work, wahey! But no. Maybe it's walking back through Leith in the rain, past gangs of threatening teenage boys, men on the verge of fisticuffs, swearing skagheids, dangerous dogs. But at other times that's good. Today it's just, I dunno. It's just people, I guess. Or is it me? I need to get out of here. With her.