Lets Dance to Joy Division by The Wombats

I went through the past few days, being content. Happy. Resurfaced. Or so I hope it will per long.

Seems like the past few days have been a learn-about-yourself-101. As I bottle things inside myself, confine and seek in no one, push away supportive friends who were willing to help (to man myself up to deal with my own issues), sometimes help from others might be all I really need. As simple as it sounds, wow, I've completely seen a different light. Other than I get broke while lavishing myself with friends I love. No more plushy food and cocktails for me! :( :(

At hard times is the best times to differ between true friends and acquaintances. Old bonds were made and broken. New ones shall arise.

Shed a few old leaves, to build an entire orchard.

Have I mentioned how druggie-ish happy I am today?
I might be going senile.
Mental.

Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy...