Good bye, sweet lover
Wish I could say you were a blast,
But I don´t do blast
I only do love or sorrow.
When I told that to the psychologist,
He didn´t raise an eyebrow,
He simply said- it´s your way
And I thought to myself- Finally!
Even if I pay him to do so,
It´s kind of empowering anyways.
I have a date tonight
High heels and red lips
The usual “trick”
Wonder if I can trick myself into it, too.
Ain´t it swell? Not enough that I´m on medication for my major depression, but I´ve contracted a minor one, as well! Haha! I can´t do anything else, but laugh! My psychologist called it a “seasonal affective disorder”, caused by the lack of sun and the cold. It´s not that I hadn´t heard if it or anything, I was just unaware you could have a depression within another depression. Haha! All I feel like doing is sleeping and getting cosy in my pjs. Walking Sam seems an ordeal, so is everything else I´m not bound to do, so unless it´s work, or dinner and drinks, you can´t get me outside the house if you pull me by the hair!;-)