yesterday, I had two beer.
Now, I am looking for thick smoke
shitty things are happening one after the next and they remind me of all the shitty things that have happened recently and all the shitty things that have happened in my life, period.
Some people would say, chin up, and others would remind me of how worst things could be. That's just their nature. They don't know any better.
I am thinking: Prozac. Self-induced neruo-vegetative state.
Since gambling and drugs are apparently unacceptable ways of stopping all this odd, sharp pain.
I had a project, that fell through. I waited for another one. That fell through. I took on another dream. That fell through.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of living this way.
I'm tired of living.
I'm tired.
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