this disease
this always comes at all the worst times. and so i close the door. and i hear everyone outside. as they have their good times and smile and laugh. and i feel this heaviness weigh down upon me. and i don't know where it comes from. so i'll go out and i'll be moody. and i'll be down. and i'll be a burden to all those around me. ((please won't you inject me with a little of that happy potion you hold so dear?))
Saturday, Feb. 22, 2003
5:42 p.m. |