Funk
by santadeer
I don’t bloody know why I’m feelin so down. Ok, I do know why. I am just so annoyed as to why euphoria can’t last longer than a month…
And then just as I’m down, I see some movie that is like a punch to the gut and I wanna crawl up and brood and mull and daydream and just wonder where it all went wrong in my past life that this current one is being such a bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I wanna grab life by the damn horns and ride it like the mistress of my destiny and all of that spiel.
I guess you or whoever it is setting up the idea in my head, is right. I just need to snap out of this and subsequent posts have to be about, well ideally, on my 1st steps to take once I land in Sydney. That should get me outta the funk and also stop me from blowing up at mum when she asks me about my plans.
Should. Would. Could. Perhaps. Maybe. Probably. Possibly. Guess. Might. – My life would be worth a lot more if I didn’t have those words in my vocabulary.
And I can’t sleep.
