Just a rant about being tired.

So I’ve been in the doldrums of life for the past couple months or so. I wrote a post about how I felt from not taking my Adderall because I have to pay for it out of pocket, and how my girlfriend thinks I’m experiencing the effects of withdrawal.

It sucks, but at least it’s melancholia and not Specter. Thank God for that rusty cage of Lexapro and Abilify to keep him, Weekend, and Morning suppressed to the dark, cobwebbed recesses of the basement of my mind. It sucks but it definitely could suck more. I’m very thankful it doesn’t.

 

“Suffocating Under The Words Of Sorrow”, Bullet For My Valentine [Videos, Lyrics]

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Last night was supposed to be a good night. I screwed it up with words from the cutting block. This was not your fault. I try to say the right words from my heart. They come out screwed up and the meaning is distorted from my mouth to her ears.

Words of frustration take over.

Because it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Sometimes silence is the best option.

“Suffocating Under The Words Of Sorrow (What Can I Do)”

The night has started, here we go
I’ve taken everything
This is our time to lose control
What do you want from me?