Why do I keep tensing up?
Come on.
Please just chill out.
I wish my hands would stop shaking.
I can't focus for the fucking life of me.
I can feel my heart faltering again.
And my body has created a steady rocking for itself.
The voices got bad today.
They were very prominent.
I kept hearing them all calling out to me.
And saying those things.
Stop.
Please.
Remember to breathe.
I can't think about that now.
I just need to calm down somehow.
Papers.
I forgot abut the papers.
Damn it.
It's okay.
I'll deal with it soon enough.
I was just asleep earlier to try to get away from it.
And I was honestly really fucking tired.
I can't wait for the meeting tomorrow.
I think it's what I need.
To distract myself for a bit.
Possibly stop thinking about all this stuff.
I hope he can come over this weekend.
I'd like to hang out with him.
Get some time with my bestie.
We always have a good time just hanging out.
Despite what goes on around us.
I'm so glad he's my bestie.
I hope he's able to get out of his rut soon.
I know he doesn't enjoy being in it.
Even if he just tries to play it off and call it whatever.
Which I get, because we all go through them.
But still.
His home life is getting better though, that's so great.
I'm so happy for him.
Sorry for my ramblings.
Obviously the mood swings never let up.
But it's better out than in, I always say.
Hehehe.
I love Shrek.
Well that's all the content I can publish at this moment in time.
Hopefully I'll have something more interesting soon.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.