Manaic Depression... *guitar solo* Badum badum badum
Ever get that paranoia that you're doomed to misery? I know I'm not the only one. How about that feeling that no one cares about what you're really thinking? I'm sure there's someone else out there. How about that uneasiness when it seems there're never enough hours in the day to do what you really want to do? Certainly another goes through that. Or maybe you're even lacking in motivation or ambition, like you just can't get yourself to do anything productive and beneficial? This might cause you to instead indulge in momentary pleasures that turn out to only be your emotional downfall. I'll be damned if there isn't at least one other person who's this way. And maybe, just maybe, no matter the circumstances or the rationalizing your give, or the defense you create for yourself, that you are...always...WRONG!! What if I'm the one that's right? NO! YOU'RE WRONG!! What if I was wronged? NO!! YOU'RE JUST WRONG!!! A sorry here, an apology there, and you're the one at fault, you're never in the right, it's always...because...of...YOU!! Not fair, is it? Too bad, you're not allowed a voice because the only reason you're alive is to make others feel good about themselves. And yet...there are times when I just makes things worse for everyone because I voiced an opinion, and no one feels better. An apology doesn't make it any better, trying to reform doesn't make it any better...
A hopeless cause, don't bother trying to fix it. But it needs to be fixed. But you can't. There has to be something! But there isn't. It's not fair...
Life rarely is.
Cookies. Yes, cookies are good. Cookies are yummy. Yay for cookies! *eats a cookie* Thing's'll get better, because no matter how bad things are they can get better, and no matter how many times you're wrong, there has to be at least one time or more where you're right, where you can claim to have been wronged. It's said that one "Aw, shit..." wipes out a thousand "Good job!"; then - theoretically - it make sense that one "Good job!" can wipe out a thousand "Aw, shit...".
Right? Of course, right. For it makes sense.
A hopeless cause, don't bother trying to fix it. But it needs to be fixed. But you can't. There has to be something! But there isn't. It's not fair...
Life rarely is.
Cookies. Yes, cookies are good. Cookies are yummy. Yay for cookies! *eats a cookie* Thing's'll get better, because no matter how bad things are they can get better, and no matter how many times you're wrong, there has to be at least one time or more where you're right, where you can claim to have been wronged. It's said that one "Aw, shit..." wipes out a thousand "Good job!"; then - theoretically - it make sense that one "Good job!" can wipe out a thousand "Aw, shit...".
Right? Of course, right. For it makes sense.