Happy in the haze of a fucking sober hour

I really feel like nothing can make me happy right now. Yet, at the same time, I feel really content with everything.
Like, I totally want to kill myself and am so up for that challenge right now, but I'm also really super excited about living and getting super stoked about the new spring clothes I'll get to wear in my made-up fantasy world that I've been telling myself will become real in a few months. I have enough energy to finally rush upon the blade, but have that intense, railed feeling of working a party one-handed too.

Golly gee, Prozac sure is a hell of a drug.