it's a catch 22...

let's face it... you're in such a slump right now... school ain't that great, if ya know what i mean. and you're starting to anorexize (if there's even a word) yourself. hey! better than bulimia, i always say... this ain't your year... or maybe any year is as good as any, just that your mind is more whacked than it used to be. and you basically have the right equipment, read the manual, but consciously and purposely didn't follow instructions. what is wrong with you? why are you throwing all this away? there's no fast forward button to life just like you always wished there is, ya know. but everything ain't really down in the dumps right? you have love... and yet, all those songs that say all you need is love, love lifts us up where we belong, love moves in mysterious ways, etc... they don't really help out now, do they? this you... on your pre-early quarter life crisis. how do you say, a catch 22.