School's closed today because of the snow and ice. It's just as well; I don't really want to go anyway. Right now, the thought of stepping outside my house fills me with dread. Now that I think about it, the thought of even leaving this room makes me feel the same.
It's not fear really. I just feel safer right here.
I've been doing a lot of thinking. Why not? It's not like I have anything better to do. Thinking about music. Thinking about the masked girl. About that note (no one's figured it out yet. what are you waiting for?). About me, and you and Him too. And for all my thinking, I'm nowhere closer to a solution to anything than I was yesterday. So for now I'm content to just sit here in my dark room and think.
I've started another song. It's a very un-creepy one this time. It's based off another blogger, but I'm not telling who just yet. Just having my fingers on the piano keys is very comforting. And worrying.