Our only response was to keep on going and ‘fuck everything’. Pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking, puerile vein and do it all over again.
My gift is my song And this one’s for you And you can tell everybody That this is your song It may be quite simple, but Now that it’s done Hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is now you’re in the world
sometimes my head feels really foggy it feels like a disease everything seems complex and i feel dumb because i can’t understand anything. how can i do something with my life if i can’t even remember anything i can’t even make simple decisions
sometimes my body has no energy. i can’t move i don’t have enough energy to do anything. i feel weak and tired. i feel chained to my bed. how can i do something with my life if i always feel dumb, tired and unmotivated it’s really annoying
