Jan 12, 2005 23:04
I hate it when this happens.
I was in a pretty ok mood. Not fantastic, but fairly content.
Then I'll read something. Or think about something. Or hear something. A lot of the times I cause it myself, by carelessly venturing through the world of Livejournal. This is why I erased Brian from my friends list. And Kitty. And Adriana. Sorry, I can't read about your lives. It depresses the shit out of me. Not necessarily because what you write is depressing, but because you have something I don't. And that upsets me to no end.
Hey, remember when we used to be friends? When we used to talk on the phone a lot? And take the bus to school together? And hang out all the time? And write notes? And sit on my porch steps talking until 1 in the morning? I don't know if you care anymore.
Why does my "good mood" have to be so fragile and my "bad mood" so sudden and striking?
And I'm back to my old self. Depressed, suffocating, lonely, self-pitying, pathetic.
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