it's really not angst
June 10, 2002 11:49 p.m.
A blister on the bottom of my foot, a little crater on the top... these two things add up to pain when walking! Nowhere near as bad as some pain I've felt though. I'm so tired right now that I can't sleep! I just want to drop off into oblivion for the next year right now.I can't find the words to pray. I'm a little down today. Can you help me? Can you hold me? I feel a million miles away and I don't know what to say. Can you hear me anyway?
What I need is for you to reach out your hand. You have taught me, no matter what, you'd understand.
Lord, Move in a way that I've never seen before. Cuz there's a mountain in the way and a lock on the door. And I need you in a way that I've never needed you before. I'm drifing away. Waves are crashing on the shore. Lord Move, or move me...
I want to just curl up in a ball and wither away.
Had a bad day again... she said I would not understand. She left a note and said I'm sorry, I had a bad day again. And she swears there's nothing wrong. But I hear her playing that same old song. She puts me off and puts me on. 'Had a bad day again.'
No, this isn't angst... it's clinical depression.
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