Whites.

I'm getting run out of photos. Someone, please ask me out.

I hold my tears, not for the first time /

Knowing you don't care, you never did //

Darling, you can read me out loud like a children's book right before bed, but you didn't even try / 

I stream the movies, but you watch TV / 

I'm picturing you as you could, with all the details I dropped in front of you / 

Ignoring the fact that you only play me like your favorite Taylor's old song //

But these sad songs are still singing your name / 

All my words still whispering your name.

...

I'm sorry for the sad mood entry. Couldn't think of a better story than a fictional heartbreak.

Taylor's new album sets my mood to the lowest, and the weather also wrapped it perfectly.

Been playing Midnight Rain all day like a broken record. So good.