this

It's the empty, tired Sunday evening feeling.

It's a little nostalgia, a little loneliness, but it's also a little contentedness. It's a little of the bruises on my legs, a little of the nonsensical texts on my phone, a little of not knowing what will come next. Not knowing where I stand. Where we stand. It's fine, it's okay, it's alright.

and it's contagi-uh-uh-uh-ous