It's raining outside
I’m sitting here with a really good buzz and nothing better to do than type. When I’m in this state, I wish I had someone I could talk to… just having someone alert enough so I could articulate about everything and anything.
There is a part of me that suspects this deprivation of mental stimulus is what fucks with me the most. I’ve been going out every day these last couple of days and mentally I feel stimulated… almost like a craving that has been satisfied. I haven’t experience this kind of fulfillment in quite some time. And this state is exhilarating …I’m sure my endorphins are what obviously keeping me awake… and the adrenaline, it adds to my high.
So I pass the time until I crash. Nothing worse than losing your buzz and having it unveil the layer of depression that was painted over with the medicated concoction I so carefully formulated. I contemplate, should I continue this remedy?
No, it’s getting late…
Once again, I close my eyes and convince myself that tomorrow will be a better day.
There is a part of me that suspects this deprivation of mental stimulus is what fucks with me the most. I’ve been going out every day these last couple of days and mentally I feel stimulated… almost like a craving that has been satisfied. I haven’t experience this kind of fulfillment in quite some time. And this state is exhilarating …I’m sure my endorphins are what obviously keeping me awake… and the adrenaline, it adds to my high.
So I pass the time until I crash. Nothing worse than losing your buzz and having it unveil the layer of depression that was painted over with the medicated concoction I so carefully formulated. I contemplate, should I continue this remedy?
No, it’s getting late…
Once again, I close my eyes and convince myself that tomorrow will be a better day.