All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

*refrain*
-Mad World, Tears for Fears
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A man walks into a bar, right? And he says to the bar tender, "I'll have some self esteem," but the bartender just goes "Sorry, man, we don't have that brand," so then the guy just shrugs and says "Whatever, I'll have some angst on the rocks, with a twist," and the bartender's like, "Nope, we're all outta angst," so the guy looks kinda frustrated and a little weary and asks "D'you have any exhausted melancholy? Everybody's got some exhausted melancholy." But the bartender just starts wiping out glasses and shakes his head. "Nope." "Well then what do you have?" The guy's desperate now, he's looking all withdrawl-y and shaky and stuff, and the bartender goes "Well, we got beer. And scotch. And all kinds of alcohol- you're sure I can't get you some alcohol?" But the guy, he's clinging to the counter now, he goes "Just a little post traumatic stress? Some suicidal doubts, maybe? Early childhood traumatic experiences? Anything?"

The bartender looks thoughtful and dives under the counter. He comes back up with a dusty bottle that's half empty. "This is all I got. Half a bottle of Stubbed Toe and Recently Deceased Pet."

"That's all?" The guy's more offended than anything else now, so he just shrugs and shakes his head. "Man, it used to be I could go out and get my fix anywhere in town, but now..."

"Hey, man, you ever tried bein' happy?" The bartender puts the bottle away.

If anything, the guy looks even more offended, and he's all like "What, happiness? Man, you gotta be kidding me! I don't do happiness- what do I look like, some kinda junkie? I'm just a little down on my luck, that's all!" And he leaves in a huff. The bartender just looks kinda confused and goes back to cleaning glasses.

This had no point whatsoever, but I'm not in the mood to do anything else.
*rampant depression*