I've Lost it

I don't know what "it" is defined as.
But I think it's gone.

Symptoms I've been experiencing:
-writing songs in major keys
-writing things that do not orbit around death and murder
-inspiration?

What happened to the old me? I seriously do not know. What I do know is that I find little things that remind me of dead people (like bubbles in my tea) and that makes me happy.

I feel new.

Hello?

I'm here because my only other option is to be in bed.
If I'm in bed, I won't be asleep.
Here is the best of the two.
The internet; big. And full of people who want to sell you stuff.
So big that writing small posts is like throwing the little fortune cookie papers into a bottomless pit.
Chances are no one will stumble upon it before the paper has yellowed and shriveled.
But it still technically counts as a reaching out.
The thought that I could die any second scares me.
More, it upsets me.
But mostly.
I'm afraid.

So, my morbid piece of music and lyrical accompaniment has taken a turn for the worst.
I'm not singing about murder; that is so... Prozac-induced.
I somehow went from a minor key to a major key.
I want the gloom back.
-_-

Hello, Clipboard and Stethoschope-Equipped Man

Well. Calls from teachers are never a good thing.
I've never had one before.
I've never done anything wrong.
But nonetheless, almost falling over in class and looking like an actual vampire has its benefits.
Double vision episode doesn't help my case either, or fatigue, or head aches, or lost concentration, obsessive thought patterns, "poor breathing habits", staring blankly.
So, to the doctor's I go. Yay.

Thank you Phillip, for supporting my relationship with diet colas.

Now onto more serious things! ... (Ellipses should be used always- even if you've already used punctuation and there is nothing to be mysterious about.) We missed teacher slave day. What happened to Mayhew beat-boxing? The Pokemon them song being part of the morning announcements? Shame... Luckily, I've found a small deposit of Nietzsche and Sartre in my basement for some light reading- to replace the frivilous things I lack. -_-

I'll think of something entertaining and decent to say when something entertaining and decent happens. For now, I'll continue to fit as many chords into my Eminor progression. (Three-chord songs piss me off). Go forth and multiply, eat all of your vegetables, and put the toilet seat down.