chicken shit
For some reason I feel lost. I’m traveling a path but I don’t know where it leads, or even where I’d like it to.
For obvious reasons I feel lonely. Why is romance out of the cards for me? But my loneliness extends to less obvious reasons. Why am I sitting here at my desk at 6am, drinking by myself, trying to connect to something… to ANYTHING. Checking my facebook and msn fiendishly hoping somebody else will come online. To what end tho? Really, it’ll be the same ol’ superficial conversations.
Why do I even write on this thing? To get by I guess. To make it through the night. Im wondering why my life is just a game of chicken between my consciousness and my depression. My choices are, veer off the path and seek relief thru medication, prescribed or self, or keep going head on into the darkness.
For obvious reasons I feel lonely. Why is romance out of the cards for me? But my loneliness extends to less obvious reasons. Why am I sitting here at my desk at 6am, drinking by myself, trying to connect to something… to ANYTHING. Checking my facebook and msn fiendishly hoping somebody else will come online. To what end tho? Really, it’ll be the same ol’ superficial conversations.
Why do I even write on this thing? To get by I guess. To make it through the night. Im wondering why my life is just a game of chicken between my consciousness and my depression. My choices are, veer off the path and seek relief thru medication, prescribed or self, or keep going head on into the darkness.