sin x =/= good health

You know, I'm becoming bipolar. I've got the guilt of the action inside of me, which in normal cases leads to horrible depression. Whenever I try to take a more philosophical "Shit Happens, get over it" look at it, I become a bit numb. That's good.

Then I see you, and fall in love again. I wish we could be alone for a moment to talk. I wish I could hug you.

But then someone mentions the thing that happens, and the crystal lattice of security I have shatters. I fall down to the depths of depression again.

The period of this type of sin wave is approx. 4 hours. Shit seems to keep happening. Or rather, people keep talking about shit happening. I wish they would move on. Then we could.