I'm rummaging through my messy-closet mind for the choice bits of delectable emotional pain
The agony that come from being the complex and bitter soul I am
But I'm not finding any
I'm actually fairly happy.
Moderately cheerful.
Not floating on clouds, or manic, or bursting with energy.
Just... pretty good. Quite alright.
This isn't good for poetry.
Or self pity.
What do I do now?
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
I'm rummaging through my messy-closet mind for the choice bits of delectable emotional pain
The agony that come from being the complex and bitter soul I am
But I'm not finding any
I'm actually fairly happy.
Moderately cheerful.
Not floating on clouds, or manic, or bursting with energy.
Just... pretty good. Quite alright.
This isn't good for poetry.
Or self pity.
What do I do now?
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