Its cold tonight. I can see the frost already crystalizing on the windows. This makes me sad. Frost is one of those things that magically appears while we're sleeping. I don't want to be up late enough to see the windshields changing their clothes. I don't want to be up late anyways. Staying up late is almost always linked to trying to get a boy to fall in love with me. And thats all backwards. So I'm going to bed and hoping I can rid myself of boys and desires and everything meaningless.