Heavy

Well, it can't always be wisecracks, quirky book titles, and witty repartee. I am heavy-hearted (quite literally, my chest feels like it weighs a ton). Recurring themes and syndromes have me drinking girly beer mixes (half Stella, half Limonata) and smoking, and trying to see through some of the fog. I've been askew and in a reclusive mode lately, and now, I think I miss my friends.
I miss me.
Alot.

Almost Forgot Myself by the Doves, comes to mind once more. Or rather, again. Dammit.

So close...
You're wasted again
I know, somehow...
I lost myself...again

Making me high again
I almost forgot myself again
It hits me so hard
It kills me again
Today

So close
Yet you're wasted again
I know, somehow...
We'll find ourselves...
I don't know, I don't know

Then we'll be high again
I almost forgot myself there
It hits you so hard
And kills again

I almost forgot myself again
I almost forgot myself there
It's hitting me hard
It moves me again
Again...