funk

I can't seem to sit on the couch like a normal person.
I can't seem to shake this feeling of being lonely, but not wanting to go out.
I can't stop listening to Laura Marling.
I can't stop thinking about folklore and seafaring tattoos.
I can't seem to find a better use of my time.
I can't bring myself to replace the pillow I've had for 14 years, even though it's falling apart.
I can't make the ache in my knee go away.
I can't stop worrying about money and not getting days off so I can go home.
I can't help but feel like I'm in an episode of Glee.

Merr, I want this to go away.