I am sorry. I am afraid I am just not yet ready.
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My only mistake here is that I trusted you to be responsible and considerate enough to do one simple thing. At the end of the day in which I earned undeserved insult, I realized that I overestimated your intelligence. You are no more than a child who can not be depended on to follow simple instructions. I regret even entertaining the idea that you might have at least an iota of maturity in you.
I just want to be well. I don’t want to do this forever. I want to be able to do away with my medications without having to worry that this syndrome will come back.
I really hate this illness.
skin on skin // queens of the stone age
“We got a skin on skin thing, baby”
Source: sexmusic
“A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.”
-Jean Racine
day 02 - your least favorite song Rihanna-S & M No words can describe my disdain and utter loathing for this song of Rihanna’s. And I involuntarily shudder whenever I hear a prepubescent girl sing how she loves the smell of “sex in the air”. I have no problem with sexualized songs, but this is so openly ribald I cannot stand it. I won’t even put up a video link or audio for it.
30-Day Song Challenge
day 01 - your favorite song
I hardly remember this in the series, but the first time I heard it, I fell in love with the song, such that I sought for a translation. “When I kissed your lips, I found peace” It reminds me of bright, lazy Sunday mornings. How everything seems right and perfectly in place.
Comfortably Numb // Pink Floyd
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
(solo)
I have become comfortably numb.
O. K.
Just a little pin prick.
There’ll be no more AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. Good.
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
