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February 9, 2008

On that old Fiona Apple S**t

Filed under: Depression — exclusivelyexclusive2 @ 10:09 pm

My day was great yesterday: work was GREAT. I was on top of the world. I was workin. Workin. Workin.

Then I went to meet a friend for dinner. I was eatin, talkin, eatin, talkin, laughin.

Then we got to the movie theater and I Was laughin, laughin, depressed, laughin, depressed.

Then I got on the train–okay, more acurately: I waited in the subway on the platform for 25 minutes and then I got on the train.

Then depressed, okay, depressed, okay, depressed…..

Flatline: depressed.

I got up today and got on with my day and was pretty fine. I actually had a lot of fun at a party I went to.

Then depressed.

And here I stay.

This s**t ain’t right.

Whoever said happiness is a state of mind lied.

It aint true. I’d like to kick them in their f**kin heads right now.

Ooh, that was kinda harsh. But it made me feel better.



  1. Nah, girl, harsh away! In my opinion, those that say “happiness is a state of mind” are a wee bit manic and delusional. It can be a state of mind, but when those chemicals kick it (or not, however the case may be) you can have all the f*kin happy thoughts you want, youre still not going to be happy!

    In case you cant tell, Im depressed too. I just might have to do a post on it too, hmm….

    Thanks for coming to my blog!


    Comment by lola gets — February 20, 2008 @ 2:09 pm

  2. Please go to http://www.ayanaaishajohnson.com for psychotherapeutic intervention immediately! Don’t pull that drigger…

    Comment by Lipgloss23 — June 13, 2008 @ 1:12 pm

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