This is just me being the silly overly-analytical dork that I am.

"I Might As Well Have Been Killed"
Prudence (the Animated)'s Parody of Pink's "Pill" Song
I'm lying here on the floor, head still pounding;
I know I work myself too much.
I do not cry, but lords, what have I done?
What have I simply done?
I can't stand all castle staff support,
They simply shorten my nerve's switch!
I can't stand these sword fights,
They simply make me itch!
I can't bring myself to accept help,
Yes, I know I'm a bitch!
My whole life was built on this palace here...
And yet I run, run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere,
Until my body awakes in bed.
And I swear, friends and success
May thrill, but this doesn't feel improved!
I might as well have been killed!
I might as well have been killed!
It takes moving mountains
To move my decisions,
But the largest mountain can move in a trip.
Cause-and-effect is preposterously random;
Pride still shan't let me ask for help.
I can't stand all castle staff support,
They simply shorten my nerve's switch!
I can't stand these sword fights,
They simply make me itch!
I can't bring myself to accept help,
Yes, I know I'm a bitch!
My whole life was built on this palace here...
And yet I run, run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere,
Until my body awakes in bed.
And I swear, friends and success
May thrill, but this doesn't feel improved!
I might as well have been killed!
I might as well have been killed!
Run, run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere,
Until my body awakes in bed.
And I swear, friends and success
May thrill, but this doesn't feel improved!
I might as well have been killed!
I might as well have been killed!
I can't stand all castle staff support,
They simply shorten my nerve's switch!
I can't stand these sword fights,
They simply make me itch!
I can't bring myself to accept help,
Yes, I know I'm a bitch!
My whole life was built on this palace here...
And yet I run, run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere,
Until my body awakes after days in bed.
And I swear, friends and success
May thrill, but this doesn't feel improved!
I might as well have been killed!
I might as well...
Run! Run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere,
Until my body awakes in bed.
And I swear, friends and success
May thrill, but this doesn't feel improved!
I might as well have been killed!
I might as well have been killed!
I'll simply always just run as fast as I can,
Until my heart is nowhere
If it ever was anywhere but for my position.
- - -
I realize this is something of an exaggeration, but it had to rhyme. She was having a bad day. We'll go with that.
- - -
I am back. I am out of school, with a BMA (associate's in business management; I am nineteen years of age and too eager to start full-time work to continue being a full-time student for now). In ten days from now, I become supervisor of a bait store due to the assistant above me moving and the previous supervisor retiring. The bait store is dirty and monotonous and I'm very sick of all the pirate songs that are played. I like Flogging Molly and Great Big Sea as much as the next person, but hearing screaming drunken pirates all the livelong day gets to be plum irritating.
I'm especially tired of the song that sounds like it's screaming, "ABORTING IN THE STREETS! ABORTING IN THE STREETS! LEAVE THE ANCHOR, MEN, WE'RE ABORTING IN THE STREETS!" over and over and over.
But I have always been addicted to working hard for its benefits, and I feel very proud of myself for what I have accomplished in my thus far short life.
Brings me to a point, though. I apologize for my assumed vanity, you guys. A lot of it is my inborn neuro-social impairment; I know I often said that was no excuse to a number of other members here who used the same excuse... I've since come to see that it can indeed be a true excuse at times. Another lot of it is, as a good friend says, "A desire to want to be seen as all right, or in your case, above and beyond 'all right.'"
Anyway, to everyone that I annoyed before, I apologize. I also apologize in advance for not checking over this post for spelling and/or grammatical errors.
Now, for what matters...
I HAVE MISSED YOU PEOPLE! ♥♥♥♥♥♥
I have had so much on my plate like you wouldn't believe, enough to not leave this semi-gothic modern aristocrat career chick hardly any free time.
Remembering this place literally brought tears to my eyes. I genuinely, deeply LOVE you guys... and I am so sorry for not popping myself in a few times to tell you that I am still living...
Mason, I love you so much that my little heart pricks up like it has little antennae at the thought, but to be perfectly honest, I had to block you from my instant messengers because you had just turned into nothing but a headache when conversing on them.
This was you:
"What should I put in my suitcase? What should I put in my suitcase? What should I put in my suitcase?" times twenty.
Honey, clothes. Essentials. A brain.
I love you forever, regardless of whether or not anything will ever happen; it's me, not you. Know that.
- - -
I'm so glad to be back. I'm like a boomerang, you know. I always make useless bounce-backs when no one expects me to do so.
P.S.
I am now on medication that is basically supposed to make certain I don't overwork myself or go into hyperactive stressed mode and then overwork myself all the more, so can anyone tell me why 3/9 of the pills are made up of caffeine of all things?