Life is great and I'm singing tomorrow
There really is nothing to be sad about
But god I just want to cry and feel everything stream down my cheeks
Thought by thought
but
There is nothing I miss
I am in the moment, I am in the present
I am not looking behind or towards
Anything at all
I've always wondered if there was a reason for grumpiness
For a bad mood, because surely
A mood is more than a mood
It is an overflow of the heart
Why is my heart not satisfied?
What else is there?
What the actual shit???

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One day I woke up thinking,
"Maybe I'm not a drama student anymore"
There's an annoying little voice in my head that's constantly telling me,
"Paint. Paint and you'll be happy"

I wonder what it's like doing an art degree
Sure, it must be tiring as hell, but I don't mind spending hours in front of a canvas not needing any interaction with humans just so I can find myself again.
Some days I get embarrassed, even when I'm alone, on my own

I don't like one bit of it at all

Can I detach myself from my emotions
Because they are just not helping
Somebody tell Paul Layzell I'm going to art school