He cries when she yawns

I'll give you the longest kiss.
I'll give you perfect pitch.

everything

is pretty hard.

I don't know how to feel about things anymore. It has been two years. Have I run out of steam? Does it come back? I feel tremendously guilty, but what to do? Pretend like it is the same, I guess.

I want to have both, which is pretty frustrating. I don't even want one or the other anymore. Just both.

I wish they read this. It would be so much easier.

maybe it is the drugs.

I am having it again

the paranoid depression

seeing bugs out of the corners of my eyes

wtf

I have depression and I want to talk.

but not about you. I'm tired of that.

if you want to tell me you have felt this way before, or how you have dealt with it, or anything about you, please don't do it under the pretense of making me feel better. I'll talk about your shit, whatever, just not when you tell me you want to talk about my shit.

It makes me vaguely depressed when Erik talks about his friends in Washington who play Magic and do Magic things for work. He is always so excited. Is this what it's going to be in 10 years? I know it can be someone's passion, I guess, but it's still a card game.

Since I came back to Tempe on Monday, I have suffered a radical mood shift. I am depressed, angry and frustrated for no reason, and I keep getting this killer headache.


wtf mang

things are boring

and i feel like first wave emo

i want to go home

but i thought this was home?