KiloPatches
Senior Member
I watched "The Interview" recently....
This scene struck me:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Io88D1XldbA
"Sometimes I feel like a plastic bag....."
"Floating in the wind...???"
Out of control. At the devices and clutches of the stormy weather that carries me that is this mental illness.
External locus of control. I am outside the driver's seat. I am being carried. Taken. For the most part, unwillingly, down a dark and dreary path. With no shining light of hope to be found anywhere. I am that plastic bag. Floating in the breeze.... Filled with emptiness that sinks beneath my core..... Being tossed and flailed around like the useless piece of garbage that I am (Wow! Harsh!). No good to anyone. Just left alone. I am a plastic bag.
Emo Kilo (LOL.... how pathetic.....)
This scene struck me:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Io88D1XldbA
"Sometimes I feel like a plastic bag....."
"Floating in the wind...???"
Out of control. At the devices and clutches of the stormy weather that carries me that is this mental illness.
External locus of control. I am outside the driver's seat. I am being carried. Taken. For the most part, unwillingly, down a dark and dreary path. With no shining light of hope to be found anywhere. I am that plastic bag. Floating in the breeze.... Filled with emptiness that sinks beneath my core..... Being tossed and flailed around like the useless piece of garbage that I am (Wow! Harsh!). No good to anyone. Just left alone. I am a plastic bag.
Emo Kilo (LOL.... how pathetic.....)