I was walking home from the bus terminal... Had both headphones in... Singing at the top of my lungs to everyone and no one... And realized halfway home i had been making a complete fool of myself dancing and jumping off the end of the curbs to cross the streets and just competely enjoying the hell out of myself... And I was competely out of my head.. Out of my head... Out of my shell... I felt like k had a little piece of myself back... And when i realized it half way home i enjoyed myself even more... I sang even louder...i danced even more... And this is ontop of what had gone wrong n the last 3 hours... And it was things i really needed to not go wrong... And from the time i left the building where everything was going wrong... To even after i walked into my apt... I felt a small taste of being normal...
And the fuckening happened... And everything ive done hasnt been even remotely worth a fuck... Nothing ive done was anywhere near right track... And im lost back behind the shell... Back n my head...