When I'm not feeling shitty, I'm feeling manic. Man, there's just no calm moment.
Oh well, that's life, my life, at least. I don't know about yours. A lot, I've missed
When I say I'm happy, there's an excess of it. When I say I'm sad, I am depressed.
Still, I feel good, better than most days, even when I got rejected by Convergys.
Not looking forward to work. That would get rid of my smirk.
Rejection, I find a good thing. Next week, I'll be marching cuz I'm graduating.
Maybe I'll feel shitty later, before I sleep. Maybe it would also be never.
I'll try to be more positive. I'll try to beat my hunch, that I'll be dying before 30.
Time is fast. In a blink of an eye, I'll be 70.
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