A strange feeling somewhere between dissatisfied and sad.
Why? A strange question for a strange feeling.
So strange. So strange.
I must be tired of being tired.
What is going on?
I feel loved. I love. I am in love.
Yet, still dissatisfied with everything.
Why?
Depression? Again. So soon.
I just can't escape it.
The wheel of fortune turns again.
Lose a turn.
Now I'm behind in life.
Life just keeps blowing past.
I can only stumble onward. Tired.
Can't stop now. Can't stop now.
Where did all the adventure go?
Where is the boating? The camping?
The chocolate milk? The late night star gazing?
I miss those.
No matter how much time I make for boating.
Or camping out with friends.
Or making chocolate milk.
Or watching for shooting stars.
I am still unhappy.
