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Finding it a bit hard to shake off this depressive malaise.
I'm 27 and yet still getting episodes like this. But apparently it's normal. Hard-wired to feel this way and yet each time it happens it's such a distraction.
I'm quite determined not to let it derail things too much this time.
Feeling inadequate and helpless, impatient, most of all sad.
Tired of hearing and saying things like, at least you are on the right track. Yes, it's been a bit of a detour but at least you are on the right track. But the road is getting slow and I'm getting a little fed up.
'On the tip of my tongue, were words that came out all wrong. For they were drenched in Southern Comfort, left to dry-out in the sun, the noon day sun.'
I'm 27 and yet still getting episodes like this. But apparently it's normal. Hard-wired to feel this way and yet each time it happens it's such a distraction.
I'm quite determined not to let it derail things too much this time.
Feeling inadequate and helpless, impatient, most of all sad.
Tired of hearing and saying things like, at least you are on the right track. Yes, it's been a bit of a detour but at least you are on the right track. But the road is getting slow and I'm getting a little fed up.
'On the tip of my tongue, were words that came out all wrong. For they were drenched in Southern Comfort, left to dry-out in the sun, the noon day sun.'