lesmels

This sums up my day just about perfectly... yes, that bad...or good. It's always a matter of perspective isn't it (I fuckin' hate the optimists...) ?





So I was extremely pissed in a powerful strong kind of way earlier today. A way that made me feel like drinking vodka and redbull... and then wrestling a shark. Then I sat down in front of this computer, put my headphones on, and it was playing La Parade by Yann Tierson.

I suddenly feel like crying.

Man, being a manic depressive is harsh... yeah, totally. I mean...that's what they tell me.


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Wake up early
I know it's too late
Too late for the parade

I'm so jealous
But proud to be
An ordinary girl
I'd like to talk
But you know I hate
All ordinary words

Naked
A bit sleepy
In my single room
I open the door
And call up call up the lift

I wish I was in the...

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