foul mood. depression. i know it all too well.
damn it's here again.
no mood to play anything. to do anything. all i want to do is to stone and waste time. to wallow in this depressed state. music helps non. books help non. people help non.
in this weak state of mind. i am ashamed to face God.
i brought this upon myself. i asked for it.
i want help. but no idea what will actually help.
screw it.
things to do. have to do. no matter how bad i feel. i still must do what i do. coach ken.
save a few tears..you'll need them again.
i am the only one to blame for this
somehow it all adds up the same
soaring on the wings of selfish pride
i flew too high and like icarus i collide
with a world i try so hard to leave behind
to rid myself of all but love
to give and die
-Jars of Clay
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