I've been good so far this year.
I've been social, and polite every day,
And I've been friendly
(Even to people that I believed I hated last year)
For exactly one month.
I thought this was a better person
For me to be.
I thought that I was over my depression.
I thought that it was just a phase.

I am tired of being a grump.
And I'm tired of being alone.
But this year, I'm scared to be alone.
I'm scared of what I'll do.
I am actually desperate for someone.
Desperate for love. Attention. A friend. A family.

I am different. I have not gone back
To the way things used to be.
The music that once rocked me to sleep during a fit,
No longer soothes me,
No matter how much I try.

"og sáttur halla nú höfði hér" has lost it's meaning.
It no longer has an effect,
Other than more desperation for company.
I'm so scared to be alone.


"sé lest sæglópur hoppípolla."
"I see a train,
Lost at sea,
Hopping into puddles."