Hey Look. Listen. I’m sorry.
I woke on the off side of bed this morning.
It’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.
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Life can be like a volley
Of uncanny struggles that it’s constantly storing.
And hey look, listen, I’m sorry.
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Missed the train, much disdain, not to worry.
Could be worse, soon you’ll find me working at snoring.
It’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.
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Life is like one big a folly.
Shan’t complain, there’s an apathetic in me aborning.
And hey look, listen, I’m sorry.
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What’s the point, pain is joint, silly-solly.
Don’t care, there’s no sense to be scoring,
Cause it’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.
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When they’re gone, they’re gone, it’s a foray
Into deeper depths of the mind that’s absconding,
And hey look, listen, I’m sorry,
But it’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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Got strong 90s music vibes out of this. I love 90s music.