I'm jelous, there, I said it. Lane is jelous.
I am jelous of how others seem to live their life care-free. Either my life is insane or everybody else's is an illusion.
I am jelous of youth knowing who they are, of "perfect families", of working carefree and just living life. Others seem to live their life by living it, I live my life by surving it, or trying to at least.
Lately I've been working hard at school, too hard at work and harder at life, and I've come to realise the truth of my existance. What goes up...?
Everytime the sun seems to shine on my little island of "mental" for as much as a split second, Katrina, the storm seems to follow.
So either, I can become more of a pessimist than I am so that I can't go up (Which mean no more down), Or ignore everything, 'cause let's face it, what goes up... must come down.
I don't know what's worse though...
Dreading falling asleep caused by your haunting dreams...
Or dreading awakening caused by reality and your whole existance.
2 comments:
I think there's very few care-free souls out there. Most likely it's just an act, cause it's easier.
The only time people were care-free; were the 70's (;
Mwah
Tja, The difference is, Troubled by a hole in you favourite sock "omg, let's jump in front of the train", or troubled by The fact that you can't find your sock caused by all the skeletons occupying you closet.
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