Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
DramaTweets
For a Good Cause...
it's one of those moments [again] when i'm absolutely depressed and i have no idea why. i self-diagnosed myself last night, might be suffering from bipolar disorder. i have the symptoms and all that crap, 'cept for the hallucination part... so i probably don't suffer from it... yet. anyhoo, will keep you guys posted once i get hallucinations. hopefully, i'll recognize them to be imaginary.
[after thought: what if i'm already having hallucinations and i just can't tell? haha]
so well anyway, discovered that the urban legend of Gloomy Sunday isn't true... i've been listening to it on repeat... it's the Billie Holiday version. perhaps it'll work if i listened to the other versions.
the legend goes that if you listen to it, you'll commit suicide afterwards... and i'm still alive. still wussy 'cause she can't kill herself. whatever. i'm a messed up kid and i don't even know why.
are there any therapists in the house? haha
more later. i'm going to sleep. if you want to learn more about gloomy sunday, just google it. it's also called the hungarian suicide song...
ciao my luvs
DramaQueen files this under as i lay dying, gloomy sunday
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A Poem
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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