Go to work.
Escape to dreamland.
Of course, there are other moments. For me, almost all of them are escapes. Watching TV, getting fucked, reading, drawing, etc…. All pointless escapes. I dunno? I’m just, in that place, I suppose.
Everything seems lost. Which is probably the result of a severe comedown. I’ve tried to keep upbeat. Waiting for it to end. I just can’t see the end.
The end? It’s probably the wrong way of putting it. I’m not talking about dying. I mean, the end of this chapter of my life. A positive person would say,…….? I don’t know. That’s the problem, I suppose. I don’t know what a positive person would say.
Moan, moan, moan. It’s all I’m doing. Fuck it! I’ll keep it to myself until I have something worth saying.