Dysfunctional Dreamer

Conversations With Myself

Today, there is no happiness in the world. Not an ounce. I have written emails to certain people, which did not entirely sound very pleasant, but of matters which had to be brought to light. I know that I should feel no remorse having sent it, but I
would be lying if I didn't say that it had to be done. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about it (and my pschotic flatmate, who ,I'm thinking I might do grevious harm to, or do grevious harm to myself) and perhaps the world is spinning by so fast, I feel sick and dizzy. I know too much about what's going on in my head...it doesn't immediately strike me that something is wrong with me in the head. This is me, registering pain very slowly. Or maybe just me, belly-flopping on the floor, mad, and dead.

Michael Andrews OST Donnie Darko- Mad World
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarge your world
Mad World

posted by nori_b @ 10:30 AM