I wanted to be able to say,
âIâm doing so much better than the last time that you saw me.
I go to sleep by ten, sometimes later on the weekend.
And I feel so connected to everything and everyone. Itâs exhilarating.â
But that would be a lie. Iâm doing a little better. But Iâm just not that guy.
Itâs tough being around you because you knew me back when.
Back when I was funnier and brighter, not just bummed out and tired.
These expectations are killing me.
Like Iâm supposed to be someone I wish I could be.
Iâm not quite better but Iâm getting there.
And in a quiet moment, I find I kind of like myself.
And some days the anger returns and I have to find a reason to smile.
Because youâre only as stable as your last breakdown.
And I donât think Iâm able to understand the world right now.
Iâm not quite better but Iâm getting there.
Iâm not quite better yet.
Iâm not quite better but Iâm getting there.