Melancholy. A role reversal has taken place.
I need to adjust. Can I handle it?
Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy.
I hate my job, my so-called life, my fabulously happy friends.
Pathetic am I.
I love this morose.
Bitter cynic -- here yet so far away.
Happy go lucky and come what may -- sometimes still.
Life kicked me in the ass.
Can I get up again and play perfection once more?
