give me the fuckin pill

does anyone here feels that you are to blessed to feel this depressed and yet you are?

and whenever you came up with theories and medical bull (that may sound absurd but what else could you use to explain it? blame me for being a psych graduate) to justify such phenomena,people nudge their head or roll their eyeballs as if you’re trying to sound intelligent and all they can answer is "aaa ok" or not even dare to return a text reply?

you feel like a phony ’cause you can’t define it nor comprehend the demolition happenning on the squatter area in your mind called the hypothalamus but you feel it, ’cause it’s so fuckin real? it’s just so fuckin real.

and maybe someday you will this funny urge to drop the ball?

if you do, call me.

ben gibbard hushed me to sleep last night and before the bittersweet taste of liqour in my mouth fell dry, i heard him mused a prayer " love is watching someone die.."

i hope music can save our soul.

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