I think i lose it at night, stability. Focus kind of goes out the window. My optimism, it's just shot to shit like a 1940's execution- Ripped apart by tommy guns against a brick wall. It's good to know though, that every day is like an episode of Ground Hog's day. I wake up, Feeling like a 100 bucks. If only I had a Life Bar to show how much health I had at the end of the day, I'd know when to call it quits and sleep.
Last night, I pledged to myself that I would make an appointment to see a psychologist. This morning, I just want a bowl of cereal, a pic to play my guitar, and a goal for the day.
The blatant uncertainty of truth.
It's the fucking obscurity which
claws under my skin.
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