-Charles Dickens.
*Disclaimer: If you are feeling even remotely suicidal, I advise you to read something else. Try this.
So, because it is Tuesday.
Because it is winter.
Because I started crying in the car FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
I would like to attempt to get some of my thoughts out into the world instead of bottled up inside of my brain (which is, unfortunately, a scary place).
In a failed attempt to cheer myself up, I have been listening to some of my favorite music.
This includes :
Ingrid Michaelson "Breakable"
Damien Rice "9 Crimes"
Kate Havnevik "New Day"
The first song in particular....
"Have you every thought about
what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones
and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple
to cut right through the mass
and stop the muscle
that makes us confess"
My friends all hate my music. Mainly because they listen to the vocal bastardization that is this. Also, they like the rap music which is not my fav thing ever. Anyway, I started writing this with a bunch of grandiose ideas about the way the world should work and how people should treat eachother and it has turned into something of a mess. In fact, I think I will steal a line from my grandma and "leave well enough alone".
I'm going to drink.
More will come later.
Get your Prozac ready. Better yet, just send me some.
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