Pick up the Pieces (If you can even find them)
Sunday night it occured to me that I am suffering from emotional ADD. As soon as I identify the emptieness that I am feeling and call it something, I'm on to the next feeling. Just as the tears spring to my eyes as "Some Devil" comes on while I traverse the Thurston Ave bridge, I'm not sad anymore, I'm angry. And as soon as I am screaming with Andy on the suspension bridge, I'm not angry anymore I'm crying again. I guess it's just depression, relieved with short bursts of slap-happiness that come from when Oliver and Andy spend two hours dancing for me to cheer me up, or when Andy hugs me eve though I smell like a dishroom.
And now facebook is making me feel even worse. I know I shouldn't trust it, but seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?
I don't understand anything.
And now facebook is making me feel even worse. I know I shouldn't trust it, but seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?
I don't understand anything.