it is our choices, Harry
david sedaris makes me feel better about myself because he is so. fucking. weird.
that is how i would like to choose most of my friends from now on.
my moods are ridiculous lately.
for a few days i'm making constant mental lists of goals, running around and singing at every opportunity, screaming pretty often, pacing my room and thinking about how i don't want to die yet. getting suddenly angry at the back gate and kicking it open so hard the wood breaks and we have to get a new fence. oops. running 16 miles without stopping.
and then today comes and i wake up knowing that everything is pointless. i stare at the wall most of the day. and try to jog but can only put in like 6 miles because there's an old man i keep passing who, the first time i pass him, makes a comment about how much "energy" i have. so now every time i pass him i have to run faster and do the awkward "hello again" smile and it pisses me off so i only run 6.
i'm not sure if i prefer super-anxious running from death me or waiting to go back to sleep me. or either.
that is how i would like to choose most of my friends from now on.
my moods are ridiculous lately.
for a few days i'm making constant mental lists of goals, running around and singing at every opportunity, screaming pretty often, pacing my room and thinking about how i don't want to die yet. getting suddenly angry at the back gate and kicking it open so hard the wood breaks and we have to get a new fence. oops. running 16 miles without stopping.
and then today comes and i wake up knowing that everything is pointless. i stare at the wall most of the day. and try to jog but can only put in like 6 miles because there's an old man i keep passing who, the first time i pass him, makes a comment about how much "energy" i have. so now every time i pass him i have to run faster and do the awkward "hello again" smile and it pisses me off so i only run 6.
i'm not sure if i prefer super-anxious running from death me or waiting to go back to sleep me. or either.