it’s funny when people say that depressed person always have in mind, thinking about bad things, bad memories, bad stuff that happened to them.. i don’t. i mean, sometimes i do, but mostly i think about good memories, good things, because i know that these moments, that made me happy, i’ll never experience again… like some childhood memories. thing is, i’m too old for some stuff, and circumstances has changed. my friends… we grew apart.. and they were a big part of ‘happy’ in my life. many things happened between us. i just wish that i could go back in time, and re-live at least one of those moments that made me love my life. just one. just to go back and cherish it, ‘cause i didn’t at the time. it was really silly of me, thinking that my life will be always like that…
i just can’t stop binge eating! ugh!
why can’t i control myself? my urges?
Bring the drugs baby, I can bring my pain.
we can roll ourselves over ‘cause we’re uncomfortable.
Oh, well, the devil makes us sin.
But we like it when we’re spinning, in his grin. Massive Attack; Paradise Circus
And I am not the same.
I come around but since I’m down-
It feels uncomfortable.
I try to hide it deep inside but I’m dysfunctional. Tech N9ne- Dysfuctional