Spent the whole day thinking, ugh it feels like Monday...only to realize it is.

I'm in a "if I had all the time in the world, I'd read lots and lots and lots of books and watch movies and sleep my life away" mood.

Would if I could but can't so I won't

... ♡

My heart is palpitating so quickly; it is absolutely ludicrous.
But I am so happy...it is only reasonable for my heart to react so!

All I can feel is regret, regret, regret
and this anger lashes out to the others standing too close- too near my vicinity
and they get taken aback, numb by my thoughtless words, the harsh stabs I never meant it to be

I am scared shitless at the thought of being hopeless
but that's what I am.
And even when I close my eyes, I'm constantly crushed by that overbearing burden that never seems to get any lighter...only heavier as every day passes.

I need a reality check.

The idea of breathing my last breath seems too good to ever happen to my hapless life.





Man, am I a manic-depressive or what.

Maybe if I pretend I don't care... I really won't.