Think of me kindly
Heart made of stone, soul made out of ice
It’s snowing outside, my powers out, I have candles lit all around my room, and Elliott Smith’s beautiful voice is in my ears. My medications are kicked in and I’m feeling okay, pretty good.
Being blissfully stoned and listening to Radiohead is always the best
I don’t really walk, I sort of like..glide
And I’ll keep my head up
And I’ll stick the thoughts somewhere else
And I’ll keep on living
And I’ll try to be happy
And I’ll try to change
And I won’t lie to myself anymore
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Dancing around my room is keeping me quite amused now
Well, I need a drink. A strong one.
I love pasta. One day I will become pasta
Lost In Translation and updating my dream journal