10 June 2012
I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
Seasons change but people don't. I am solitary, alone in a crowd. You are my Kryptonite a bitter sweet memory, Nothing but a memory. The happy memories hurt more than the bad ones do.
So what's my problem, am I bipolar? No, You just tug at my emotions like a puppeteer. Can I just not be? Or do I have to be apart of something?
I feel as though I'm drifting through space searching for a habitable planet. I think I've found her. Wait did I say her? I meant it. None of the surrounding planets seem compatible. None more eccentric, melancholic or alcoholic as this.
Eccentric, Melancholic And Alcoholic. • Opuss № I