You make your own reality. No, really, you do.
When I am sick, the whole world is sick.
A dark tint shades in everything, and a lazy Sunday is transformed into an achey, broken piece of time that ticks by slowly and painfully. I feel stagnant and pessimistic and the whole world is a reflection of my tragic disposition.
When I am happy, the world is sunny and light. When I am smiling the world smiles, too. Sunlight broadens like gleaming teeth on the horizon and I stare into the endless realm of possibilities and nothing is too much to handle.
But I'm sick right now, and I'm dragging the world down with me. Hold onto your hats.
Sleep time now, work in the morning. I hope I have another Darren Criss dream.
perhaps he'll be in this costume. Yes, I think that'd make me feel a bit better.
A dark tint shades in everything, and a lazy Sunday is transformed into an achey, broken piece of time that ticks by slowly and painfully. I feel stagnant and pessimistic and the whole world is a reflection of my tragic disposition.
When I am happy, the world is sunny and light. When I am smiling the world smiles, too. Sunlight broadens like gleaming teeth on the horizon and I stare into the endless realm of possibilities and nothing is too much to handle.
But I'm sick right now, and I'm dragging the world down with me. Hold onto your hats.
Sleep time now, work in the morning. I hope I have another Darren Criss dream.
perhaps he'll be in this costume. Yes, I think that'd make me feel a bit better.