I'm so dead wrong sometimes. Cute depression. Aw. To everyone experiencing the kind of hangover where you're still drunk To everyone who feels certain they're doomed To everyone who gets shitty advice on a daily basis To everyone who can't remember the last time they ate something sinfully buttery/laughed at something stupid/closed their eyes in the shower because it feels amazing I too was all these things And I said what I believe doesn't matter But I'm telling you now It is ALL that matters What you believe and what you decide I don't know how or when exactly But a few days ago I decided not to be afraid And every impossible wall melted away into quivering little lumps of pathetic silly goo under my shoe I'm not afraid I was--and I'm glad I gave into it even for as long as I did I'm glad because I got tired of it I'm ready to eat chocolate and laugh and look like an idiot and dance barefoot and sing for way too long in the shower I'm ready to be completely heartbroken--and it makes it so much easier to be in love I'm ready to lay down and die --and it makes me feel alive and want to jump |