Whatever, goddammit. Lemme alone. >_
"Look around, could it bring somebody down, if I never made a sound again?"
"Who sucked out the feeling?"
I wonder if it's a little bit of ESP or some shit, when you make a playlist you know you're going to listen to for a week or so straight, and sooner or later, every single damn song on it is relevant to your life in some way. It's not exactly heartening, not when you listen to the shit I have in my files. But you have to realize... I've been crazy for a long time now. *nods*
So, for the past week or so, give or take, I've been pretty alright in my head, which is strange. I suppose I can chalk it up to being kept just busy enough that I don't have time to dwell, and being happy for days on end is such an unknown feeling it's distracting enough to keep me from eating myself alive. When you're in a good mood, it's just... I don't know. One of the shittiest things on earth, I suppose, because sooner or later you have to come down, and, while the world was just so bright, if only for a little while, it's now that much worse, since you've been reminded that there really ARE some things worth looking forward to. And really, as impetuous an idiot as I am, this may have been a serious misstep. *shakes head vehemently*
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!
NOTHING!
SHIT!!!
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't remember. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Fuck.
All I know for sure, right now, is that there is something very physically wrong with me. My leg is all kinds of fucked, and that's a seriously bad sign. *grins* And I haven't the slightest idea of what to do about it.
It can't be a bad day already. I've only been up for two hours.
"Who sucked out the feeling?"
I wonder if it's a little bit of ESP or some shit, when you make a playlist you know you're going to listen to for a week or so straight, and sooner or later, every single damn song on it is relevant to your life in some way. It's not exactly heartening, not when you listen to the shit I have in my files. But you have to realize... I've been crazy for a long time now. *nods*
So, for the past week or so, give or take, I've been pretty alright in my head, which is strange. I suppose I can chalk it up to being kept just busy enough that I don't have time to dwell, and being happy for days on end is such an unknown feeling it's distracting enough to keep me from eating myself alive. When you're in a good mood, it's just... I don't know. One of the shittiest things on earth, I suppose, because sooner or later you have to come down, and, while the world was just so bright, if only for a little while, it's now that much worse, since you've been reminded that there really ARE some things worth looking forward to. And really, as impetuous an idiot as I am, this may have been a serious misstep. *shakes head vehemently*
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!
NOTHING!
SHIT!!!
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't remember. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Fuck.
All I know for sure, right now, is that there is something very physically wrong with me. My leg is all kinds of fucked, and that's a seriously bad sign. *grins* And I haven't the slightest idea of what to do about it.
It can't be a bad day already. I've only been up for two hours.