My day started out really strange. Everything and everyone was just so sexy and beautiful, but I didn't want sex or anything. It was like that intensity and passion you get when you're with someone being projected onto the world, and I just wanted to savor every bit of it. I wanted to mentaly fuck everything around me...if that makes any sense at all. Crappy things happened throughout the day, but none of it mattered because it was all still so sexy and beautiful.
I don't know how it came to be, but the intesity and passion is fading now. People are not really as amazing as I think they are. I can't forget shitty situations that I have to deal with tomorrow. Love will not stop my sadness. This day needs to end. I hope this doesn't happen again tomorrow; the disapointment is too much for me to handle.
By the way, I do not have any personality disorders like Bi-polar, but it would be nice if I could lable and package myself for easier processing though.
I don't know how it came to be, but the intesity and passion is fading now. People are not really as amazing as I think they are. I can't forget shitty situations that I have to deal with tomorrow. Love will not stop my sadness. This day needs to end. I hope this doesn't happen again tomorrow; the disapointment is too much for me to handle.
By the way, I do not have any personality disorders like Bi-polar, but it would be nice if I could lable and package myself for easier processing though.
How ya' been? I haven't talked to ya for a while...