Everybody is going through things, nobody is living the perfect life.
Chill out, mate. It's the football, that's the football!
Antidepressant are kicking in, I can feel it.
No placebo, no lies, just the feeling of nothingness and your head wants a pillow...
The nail-polish ... They are the slowest things on earth when you don't have time to wait for them to dry out.
Suddenly my headache is sliding away.
All I want is to sleep into nothingness.
No idea what I'll be wearing tomorrow. I don't give a damn about it actually.
The clocks go tick-tock.
The rain is slapping the leaves of the trees.
There's a sound of wind knocking on my window with it's scariest face.
The night is black.
I'm chilled out, finally.
Whatever happens, happens.
I don't care about tomorrow. Tomorrow will be lived and passed and will become a yesterday like any other day.
I'm in love with an amazing man.
I have a cat, an adorable one.
I've got two bottles of antidepressants.
Therefore, I believe I can fly!
Therefore, nothing can hold me down.
I will never let myself feel as down and as bad as I did today ever again. That's a promise.