Each time it comes to eat me alive, I try to behave but it eats me alive.

[fionafied]

So I declare a holiday
Fall asleep, Drift away.Desperate poets refer to this as the melancholy before depression. A little blues to feed the artistic spirit. A little sullen swing into the rapid decline of thoughts. Bit by bit I surrender myself to the darkness. Piece by piece my soul is swallowed into the sea and I don't fight it

Comments

[a_james]

Don't leave on my account.

[fionafied]

Your conscious is clear, I'm not.

[a_james]

It's not my conscious that's bothering me. It's the loss of our friendship.

[fionafied]

It can't be helped. Just let it go.

[damonalbarn_]

Why are you two fighting?

[fionafied]

Here we go again.

[damonalbarn_]

play nice!

[a_james]

Take a guess.

[__charisma__]

Fiona, honey? What's up? Call me, k?