I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I’ve been in this totally, completely depressed kind of mood the past three weeks or so. I’m not sure what’s wrong, and at the same time I’m more than sure. I was hoping the summer would get better for me, but it hasn’t. In fact, in some ways it’s gotten worse. I feel psychotic, short tempered, and completely over-whelmed. I’m losing my place. I feel my relationships crumbling. People I used to trust with everything I don’t trust at all. My life’s going to hell and back, and I don’t understand why.
Placebo is the only medication for a weary soul.
I’ll cry about this
And hide my cuckold eyes
As you come off all concerned
I’ll find no solace
In your poor apology
In your regret that sounds absurd
And keep singing
I’ll wait my turn
To tear inside you
Watch you burn
And I’ll wait my turn
To terrorize you
Watch you burn
And I’ll wait my turn
I’ll wait my turn
And this is a promise
Just Another Writer said,
July 21, 2008 at 8:38 pm
I know for a fact, alcohol only makes it worse in the long run. Don’t overdrink. I’ve spent quite a few nights hating my life in the past, and quite a few next mornings hating myself. Hangovers suck ass.
Listen, you’ll be okay. Things will get better. I know they will.
You just have to hope. And sometimes, hope is all we have.