Here is the next instalment of my diary from when I was 18, the time I began my downward spiral into depression. Doesn’t mean all the entries are about being depressed though but I’m posting them all more for me than anyone else as I’m trying to work through where my Depression started and how it progressed. I’ve changed people’s names in this so I don’t annoy anyone but if you’re one of my friends you’ll no doubt see yourself in some entries just with a different name. Same rules of before, I was only a kind when I wrote this so excuse any cheesy teenage angst. It is what it is and I’m being very honest sharing such a personal thing so be respectful of that, Thank You.
26/11/01 (Wednesday)
Today has been another crap, dull day. Well as you can see from the white square of paper stuck to this page I worked on a reformed version of the lyrics I wrote yesterday . I did this at work and obviously it still isn’t finished yet. (There’s a piece of paper cellotaped to the page here which reads, and no laughing!):
I’ve been looking down the wrong end of memories kaleidoscope/Living through an illusion/fenced in by mirrors/each day reflecting the last/I’ve been so blind with my desire to reach my goals/That I didn’t notice the stars I’ve been reaching for/my stars/They’ve been dead all along.
I can’t run away from my life/Can’t stop existing in an endless loop of replays/ The colours are colliding and becoming granite grey/ The horizin dies on another day/ It’s time to step across into the next mirror/ into another universe of dead stars.
Mike (drummer guy, friend of Sam’s who offered to help us out) messaged me today saying to give him a call so we could get together for a jam. It could be fun but it still doesn’t change the fact we are in desperate need of a permanent drummer. It seems like a never ending hopeless case. There’s pleanty of good guys who are willing to help out and give us a hand, the trouble is they have their own band commitments to worry about too. We need someone just for us who will be Left of Deviant all the way through. We are in a rut and the only way forward is to extend our current two members. There’s not enough drummers to go round. I think there must be a world wide shortage. Anyway…
I hate work when the schools are off because the neds flock to the sports centre like salmon to a breeding ground. They don’t even use the facilities they just come to hang around in swarms and give cheek to the staff. And they call my kind freaks. I hate those arrogant bastards so much,
Oh, Natty just messaged me a slightly changed version of my ‘Utopia’ lyrics:
Who’s world is this anyway?/Who does this ideal belong to?/who’s abrasive sense of fun is this I live with everyday?/It must be somebodys utopia/somebodys sick Utopia/But I don’t think it’s fair.
Alright. I guess thats enough for one day.