The room with the second chances.
Who locked the door and never gave me a copy of the key? I feel like a mannequin, standing still, wearing the same clothes, posing in the same windows. I feel lifeless, listless, restless.
Every time I pick up to do something, I lose my speed. I don't know what to do with myself.
All alone, bored, extremely dangerous.
Frustrated with myself every time I think "Oh yea, why don't I give him a call."
Easy, because someone gave me a copy of that door key and I got rid of it, I made my vow, I know bad ideas - but that doesn't change the fact that I can't help how I feel.
Stupid feelings. *slaps self figuratively*
Stop it, stop feeling sorry for yourself
oh good, my conscience has decided to step in.
You are an idiot. No one is dying, nothing is being lost. You have this amazing guarantee system, and the less you stress your desire, the more capable you'll be in the end. You get it? Just close the fucking book on feelings. There are too many other things you have to worry about, and you should be worrying accordingly. STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD.
I'm scared of letting myself loose in the world. I stop myself from producing, from reaching a potential, because I sit comfortably. Sure, it's hard, the whole cash flow situation right now, but I'll fix that. It's not static. That's the thing to remember. Just because you've been drolling about for two weeks feeling melancholy, it's not a stagnant situation.
I need to break myself of this habit.
Bi-polar, it has a name now.
Okay, must work.
Every time I pick up to do something, I lose my speed. I don't know what to do with myself.
All alone, bored, extremely dangerous.
Frustrated with myself every time I think "Oh yea, why don't I give him a call."
Easy, because someone gave me a copy of that door key and I got rid of it, I made my vow, I know bad ideas - but that doesn't change the fact that I can't help how I feel.
Stupid feelings. *slaps self figuratively*
Stop it, stop feeling sorry for yourself
oh good, my conscience has decided to step in.
You are an idiot. No one is dying, nothing is being lost. You have this amazing guarantee system, and the less you stress your desire, the more capable you'll be in the end. You get it? Just close the fucking book on feelings. There are too many other things you have to worry about, and you should be worrying accordingly. STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD.
I'm scared of letting myself loose in the world. I stop myself from producing, from reaching a potential, because I sit comfortably. Sure, it's hard, the whole cash flow situation right now, but I'll fix that. It's not static. That's the thing to remember. Just because you've been drolling about for two weeks feeling melancholy, it's not a stagnant situation.
I need to break myself of this habit.
Bi-polar, it has a name now.
Okay, must work.