Day 1
I woke up, completely empty, my heart standing still, my pulse racing, my brows sweating. I'm sick of treading through bullshit, my life is full of bullshit! Everyday, I'm waiting for that click in my head, when I've reached the peak of my intoxication; when everything ceases to matter, even my own well-being doesn't matter. I'm always adapting the most dreary contemplations before work. Looks like I'm going to need a lot of clicks this summer.