ball and chain

I've been in a funk the last several days, I won't deny it.
suddenly I'm made of whines and complaints and poorme's, and I start feeling attacked by just anyone for no good reason. even old ladies with small yappy dogs look at me ugly from the other side of the street.

even though there's always a reason, isn't there? I guess I should be good from now on and not stop taking me pills just as if.

just as if something as casual as a text message wasn't enough to bring this strong, tough new woman to grieved tears in three and a half seconds.
just as if I didn't still have dreams about a certain someone that can darken my mood for the whole day.
just as if some mornings I still want to do nothing but curl up in a little ball and never leave my bed again. what's the use, after all. heh.
and just as if, after all this time, sometimes I only want to write about you.

but I won't.
it's only the depression, and I've gotta coast it.