And here the cry opens up and reveals the word inside, the crack in the porcelain...
One day I was playing Thursday and my mum walked in and said "Who are these tortured souls?" Which I thought was quite funny really. It's true too, their music is poignent but melancholy (I hate that word). I wish I hadn't lost the little cable to upload music onto my mp3 player, I would like to seek some solace in their music, whlist wandering around on a cold and black night.
Right now I feel like a tortured soul. I am a rather weak person, in a way. Perhaps weak isn't the right word, I just don't instantly do all the things I want to do. Sometimes I don't do them at all, I let the best chances drift right past into memory. I keep getting angry a lot, I feel down a lot, but this is only over the past few days. I'm pretty used to feeling this, and I have absolutely no problem just getting on whilst I feel, completely fucking wrong.
Perhaps I'm not impulsive enough. I know I spend all my money as soon as it arrives, but socially, I don't exactly take many chances. I don't talk to people, I'm too fucking shy etc etc. What a banal sort of rant this turning out to be. I'm not feeling very cohesive.
Anyway, I think my plan is this: make a big fucking mess of everything. Fuck the consequences.
Some of the stuff I come out with when I'm depressed is complete trite.
Right now I feel like a tortured soul. I am a rather weak person, in a way. Perhaps weak isn't the right word, I just don't instantly do all the things I want to do. Sometimes I don't do them at all, I let the best chances drift right past into memory. I keep getting angry a lot, I feel down a lot, but this is only over the past few days. I'm pretty used to feeling this, and I have absolutely no problem just getting on whilst I feel, completely fucking wrong.
Perhaps I'm not impulsive enough. I know I spend all my money as soon as it arrives, but socially, I don't exactly take many chances. I don't talk to people, I'm too fucking shy etc etc. What a banal sort of rant this turning out to be. I'm not feeling very cohesive.
Anyway, I think my plan is this: make a big fucking mess of everything. Fuck the consequences.
Some of the stuff I come out with when I'm depressed is complete trite.