Same fucking window, different visual.
There is no reason in my life anymore! Logic stopped existing! I subsist on infeasible desires and irrational decisions!

Wait, is it un- or infeasible?

I'm getting my hair cut soon.

I have gotten an offhand unprofessional diagnosis of manic depression, or bipolar II disorder. It may very well be true. Less manic, more hypomanic.

I spend the times I am not ridiculously happy sobbing violently alone in my room.

Poor Jack. There can't be anything more between us. His decision, not mine!

I'm living in a mental minefield right now. Explosions left and right! This was where the enemy was supposed to have gotten to full force to wreak the most damage, but nowadays it's all civilians and innocents lost in the fire of a war that wasn't theirs to suffer from.

I've been a big huge mess. You guys have no idea. I've got knots knots knots in my chest all the time and I've been losing weight.

I'm not meant for sustained happiness. I am good at just ruining it.

Also, so much Aesop Rock and Daedalus' Exquisite Corpse album. OH SO MUCH.

I'm not unhappy right now so all of this seems weird to talk about.

Also maybe doomed romantically? Always the dang ol' same thing.