Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad...

Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad

If you counted well, there are 21 "sad" in my post (not counting the title and this last one).

There is only one person that can cheer me up, but that person is not here with me right now...so...

21 grams, 21 years, 21 minutes before I really have to do something about this project, 21 days until I have to say good bye to my grandmother, the 21st day of this month is tomorrow, 21 yellow lilies on the floor of my room (I don't know who put them there), 21 lives I wish I had so I could mess up every single one of them except the last...