Down again, now. And afraid to look into the real reasons. I know this, I’ve been here. It happens every so often and it comes back again. Usually after something happens that I’ve been really looking forward to. The idea of things going by, ending – and the void that’s left when that happens, it breaks my heart a little every time. Life can be a cold reality when you’ve been exploring the boundaries of fun.
Why do I have such issues with these things? Why does it seem like everything is broken up when the party’s over? Why does the future look so bleak when I know there will be sequels, more parties, more people. But it must be the people. It freaks me out to find out I love someone.
Sniffedysnif where’s me spliff, I can’t think without me spliff. Where’s me spliff? Oh well time to save the world again, sniffedy sniff – feck where’s that spliff?
