such bursts of joy.
to be crushed down by nothing.
tomorrow, another glimpse.
with fingers crossed, lets hope.

this never ending spiral of depression. swirling and swirling around and around. the air's still, but pressure hold you in position. you occupy my mind. and i wonder about how it seems so ironic. everyone's stuck in this mid air position. a tug, a shove, and the delicate balance of everything collaspes. is this some kind of a rut?
problems galore! bing it on! sometimes, is it too much? you wonder why people cling to others, or something. is it just a facade. a mask they put on for you? its like how people drink to forget. you feel on top of the world. like you're bullet proof. and then bang, you get shot down when you ask for help. reaching out, just to be laughed at. intentional? most probably not. you never know when you're shooting, because it happens unconciously. it still hurts.
do you think you'll ever understand people? say yes, and excuse me while i laugh. how is it even possible to comprehen how others feel when you dont even understand your own feelings. sometimes, things affect you more than you think it does.
lets forget the people. you feel the tears. and it gathers up, threatens to fall. then what? you hold them back, or it trickles down your cheeks. life's like that. you make a simple decision, then you don't know if it was the right choice or not. the arguement: dont live a life of regrets. no opposition. depression is anger turned inwards? a suppressed feeling.
give me a shot of vodka, and go away.
leave me be!