something borrowed, something blue

I'm feeling down for no particular reason. Weather, maybe, or Sunday in general. Sundays are gray to me, I don't know why.

There's something clenching in my chest, and I don't know what to do with it. Save it, work it out, throw it away. I don't like it there, though.

I feel like going somewhere and not telling anyone. I'll meet you there, okay?