Ble ikke tur til legevakten likevel. De var visst stengt idag.

Jeg klarer ikke få meg selv til å ringe til BUP. Må ringe innen 20 minutter nå. Men vet ikke om jeg vil. Ser ikke noe poeng i å komme ned igjen til snobbedamen som spør meg, hvordan går det med deg?-og svare omtrent det samme hver gang, og ikke komme noen plass.

Åh, de skulle bare tatt telefonen igår, så hadde jeg vært ferdig med det. Jeg klarer ikke ringe nå. Er alt for likgyldig. Denne sangen beskriver det bra.

I don't know how else to put this
It's taken me so long to do this
I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight
My muscles feel like a melee
My body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid

Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe its time I saw the world

I'm only here for a while
But patience is not my style
And I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through

Tell me I should stick around for you
Tell me I could have it all
I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

I'm following suit and directions
I crawl up inside for protection
I'm told what to do and I don't know why

I'm over existing in limbo
I'm over the myths and placebos
I don't really mind if I just fade away


Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
You still don't think I'm going see this through

Tell me I'm a part of history
Tell me I can have it all
I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go