*~Pooped~*
Ugh.... I have been way too exhausted lately... Not sure why I'm THIS tired, but I'm sure it has something to do with depression/stress/drama/work/school..... need I go on?? I just can't keep up with everything. Yesterday at work I swore I was going to pass out. I'm usually the type of person who can function even though they're tired. Apparently not anymore. I found myself trying really hard to keep myself up... which is scary. I would normally chalk it up to not eating... but I've definately been eating enough lately. Not that... Low blood sugar? Not hardly... I just wish one of these stresses in my life would go away to make myself just a little more sane. I feel like I've been punched in the stomach most of the time... if not that I have tension headaches that shoot through my jaw... I've started clenching my teeth in my sleep so I wake up with a sore face everyday. I feel it behind my eyes mostly.... like they're sinking into my head. I looked in the mirror at work the other day and I would have sworn I looked dead. My eyes were half open... I'm sure I looked high or drunk. Its really bothering me that I'm this beat... Maybe I've just had enough of Life beating the shit out of me that my body is shutting down... Or I've lost the will to keep up my energy and tough things out. Are we done listening to Elish's emo bullshit?? I'm figuring yes.. but for the time being I really am worried that I can't function normally and haven't for the past week or more......
FALL OUT BOY LYRICS
"The Music Or The Misery"
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
(Go!)
I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes and the door.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
FALL OUT BOY LYRICS
"The Music Or The Misery"
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
(Go!)
I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes and the door.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.