You’re so tired of everything crappy in life that not even your passions interest you. Those days are bad. Very very bad. I don’t like them. Maybe I’ll get to go dance and a very good friend of mine will be there and life will be better. But I’m tired. I want to just go away somewhere for a very long time. But I can’t do that, because that would be running and running away from your problems doesn’t solve them. I will survive. Probably only survive through the love of my family, a few fantastic friends, little kids, writing, music and dancing, but I’ll survive.
(It’s a good song)