happiness_in_a_pill : the sorrow of tomorrow

so, cops are good. and they suck.
mental health |quote| professionals |end quote| suck.

I was pulling out of my drive way the other day and a cop pulled me up, claiming I was going to fast. I never thought that driving at a reasonable speed out of a drive way and not breaking the speed limit would be enough to get pulled off. Let off with a warning. *Wo0t*

Today, after work me and my mates were hanging outside the Burger King I work at when a fight broke out. Pretty violent stuff. I went into the office to call 111 [911 for you americans] and then a manager [who was absolutely pathetic at handling it] came in and told me I’d need to get an ambulance as well. When I went back out there I texted my friend [another manager] and my boss and told them, and then my boss called work and I told her what was going on. Meanwhile, the dudes fighting has stuffed off and a cop showed up after the ambulance did. I cleaned off the co-agulated blood from the carpark. Then took off.

Mental health worker called me yesterday to discuss my health. She failed abysmally. Basically she told me that there was nothing seriously wrong with me and that if I tried to over go her and go talk to Adult Mental Health Services then she would call them and tell me that their help was unnecessary. She told me I should work on my "sleep hygiene" [ways to help you to sleep] and that, when I blatantly told her that this was why I asked to speak to her, they had all failed. And suggesting that I seek help in library books is incredibly stupid as leaving your mental health in your own hands isn’t just downright stupid, it’s incredibly dangerous, deadly even. Fuck you bitch! You know jack Shit.

Went halves with my mate and bought my crush Nicole [Spoon] a neon green day light for her birthday and gave it to her today. Sadly, I thought I could buy her love, but her happiness will substitute for now, even though it kills me so.

That’s all I feel like writing at the moment, going to leave you with the lyrics for a song I love at the moment by a band that rocks my socks.

Enjoy,
SI[mo]N-SATIONAL.

"Call Me When You’re Sober"
by Evanescence.

Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can’t keep believing,
We’re only deceiving ourselves .
And I’m sick of the lie,
And you’re too late.

Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn’t take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you’re jaded.
You can’t play the victim this time,
And you’re too late.

Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you’re sober.
You only want it cause it’s over,
It’s over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I – you were never mine.

So don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don’t lie to me,
Just get your things.
I’ve made up your mind.