Soppy days and bleak nights

It's growing colder these days - outside as inside.
Been listening to Jill Tracy more and more, and since my boyfriend told me this tuesday he wasn't sure of our relationship anymore, it escalated into something unhealthy.

I feel bleak. Just as bleak as it gets, and I'm not even noticing events around me anymore - there's a 'renaissance market' held at my school tomorrow, and I who love everything about that period and is almost fanatically obsessed with every before the 17th century can't manage myself to go. It's so dull. So terribly dull.
But I think there must be one good thing about this - as all other artists, great as small, I create better when I'm in a permanent state of melancholia - it'll at least be good for my career.

I'm not even sad anymore. I'm just in a grey trance. And as the dear Jill Tracy sings, well - it leaves me cold.