shakey or quivering

i fell all fucked up and temporary today. what am i doing? or, more importantly, why am i doing it? i know where i want to be, it's just taking an awful long time to get there. there's really only one or two things (people) who make me happy these days. everything else seems somehow insubstantial or ethereal. or am i just bullshitting myself?

face it, if you know me, you know i'm prone to moping, and sometimes i even revel in it. it's cozy.