
I feel like my days are yo-yoing
From good to bad
Content to wtf
Certain to conflicted
I can`t seem to find stability
Nothing is structurally sound
The hours are running together
But then the minutes are dragging on
One moment I`ve had too much
Now it’s not enough
My emotions are on roller roaster
I throw my arms up with joy
No wait, I think I`m going to be sick
I`m on top of the world
Then I`m carrying it on my shoulders
My glass is definitely half full
...fuck the glass
I feel half empty


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