Let’s push the ‘mwah mwah mwah’ post down a bit, shall we?
Sometimes, I forget. sleep + four miles + getting a grip = better day.
Sometimes, I forget. sleep + four miles + getting a grip = better day.
Depression isn’t fun, or funny. It’s a slippery bugger, just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, it turns out it has you, instead. Perhaps I should preface this entry with: it may self destruct, faster than I can.
She comes in colors everywhere; She combs her hair She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her all in gold Like a queen in days of old She shoots colors all around Like a sunset going down Have you seen the lady fairer?