At the end of the world

Nov 13, 2004 04:00

It's snowing out right now. [long sigh]....I'm depressed. I don't know why, just kind of happens when you're by yourself, and you're the only person left who's still alive and sober and willing to hang out with you. I'm in the library; I can't go to my room tonight/this morning. I mentioned this in the last post. There's nothing for me to do until I can rest once more; be dead; I'm gonna be the only person in the library tapping away on the keyboard until my eyes can no longer focus and something, somewhere knocks me off of my feet and its too hard to get back on them.

It's 4:00 in the morning. Me and Jackie hung out tonight 'til about 3:30 or so. She was too tired. What the Hell? I am too. We watched the Godfather in the Jasper lounge with a bunch of other people. Fantastic film. Brilliant. Then we just walked around and shit for a while.

I was gonna write a poem in my altered states of conciousness here and now, but I don't remember what my idea for it was. Maybe an end of the world, epitaph kind of gloomy-assed poem. Not enough time. I think I might go home tomorrow. There will be nothing to do here tomorrow night, because everyone I know will be busy at a function I don't want to attend.

I will sleep all day tomorrow. Maybe. That might not be true....

Alright. Goodnight, twilight.
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