…It’s disgusting, really. I do things just to spite myself. Everything I hate, I do to myself. Late starts, unmade bed, lying in bed with no hopes for anything, stacked-up dishes, records laying around, cluttered desktops… I do this on purpose, I hate this place and I hate me in this place – more so, than usual. I’m overwhelmed by life in general & the more overwhelmed I become the emptier I feel. And with the emptier I feel, the more I become nothing.
Posted by staynobody at December 9, 2004 12:48 PM