Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I hate myself and I want to die (Prozac nation/52 most depressing songs)Depression gets exhausting after awhile. Although I haven't been "tottering across any tight rope of my precarious moodswings" lately. As Vena Cork would have put it.But after awhile it just feels like you're trapped in the endless dronings of some harrowing song of some self indulgent addict.That or maybe Ive been indulging in all the shit in my head, Ive had little time to wallow in my emotions. (If I have any) - Cheri will argue with me on this. Not to mention the many times in just one night Omar reminded me that I have no heart, and no emotions. Which could possibly be the reason why they constitute the nature of my heart to be some glittered styrofoam shaped heart on a stick. Thank you, but my heart grew three times since. And is taking up too much space in my body. And caffeine has left the building, so its time for Jihan and her almost 90 pound self to hit the covers.