The dusty side of the clean slate
Dear Journal,
Everything is going down the fucking drain. I'm giving in to the devil and definetely losing sight of what's important. I found serenity in solitude and now that I have people who give a shit about me, as in every other tale in my life story, it is my duty to continue destroying everything that I touch. It's my nature--
So, where do I go from here? Back to the bottomless pits of chemical desperation? Where else have I found satisfaction? Not lust. Not love. Not hate. Not pity. Simply self-destruction.
College is going to be shit. Pure fucking shit. I need to unhinge myself from these binges. Italy will serve me well, even if Alex won't join me this year.
I'm not such an aspiration to myself anymore and anyless. My creativity comes in minimalistic forms of existentialistic and decadent living.
-grey
Everything is going down the fucking drain. I'm giving in to the devil and definetely losing sight of what's important. I found serenity in solitude and now that I have people who give a shit about me, as in every other tale in my life story, it is my duty to continue destroying everything that I touch. It's my nature--
So, where do I go from here? Back to the bottomless pits of chemical desperation? Where else have I found satisfaction? Not lust. Not love. Not hate. Not pity. Simply self-destruction.
College is going to be shit. Pure fucking shit. I need to unhinge myself from these binges. Italy will serve me well, even if Alex won't join me this year.
I'm not such an aspiration to myself anymore and anyless. My creativity comes in minimalistic forms of existentialistic and decadent living.
-grey