Half Full

I feel like my days are yo-yoing

From good to bad

Content to wtf

Certain to conflicted

I can`t seem to find stability

Nothing is structurally sound

The hours are running together

But then the minutes are dragging on

One moment I`ve had too much

Now it’s not enough

My emotions are on roller roaster

I throw my arms up with joy

No wait, I think I`m going to be sick

I`m on top of the world

Then I`m carrying it on my shoulders

My glass is definitely half full

...fuck the glass

I feel half empty