Molly Malone

Molly Malone
Traditional Irish Folk Song

In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 't'was no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

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Wow, there's not much to update on right now, but I felt like writing for a bit. Things have been really crazy, and I'm not catching much of a break.

I had a breakdown a few days ago. I stayed locked in the house and didn't talk to anyone for four days or so. It was awesome. I'm finally starting to come out of it a bit, but I still don't feel much like leaving the house. I feel like Molly Malone; like I'm dying, but no one can save me, and my spirit will be left to carry on like nothing has happened, and I will have no rest. Pretty hot, huh?

My life has lost it's meaning. I thought I knew what I wanted to do and where I was going, but it seems I've lost all direction, and I'm just living day to day now, going through the motions but not really living. I don't really like this feeling, and it scares me. I start thinking about the purpose of my life, and I don't really see one right now. I don't know who I am, what I am supposed to do with my life, and what my place is in the grand scheme of things. I didn't think life was supposed to be this hard.

I've pretty much settled myself on the fact that I will probably be losing my apartment. I'm starting to give my things away; if anybody knows of anything I own that they would like, please let me know, because my parents say that I need to get rid of most of my stuff if I move back home.

I'm going back to my breakdown now.