Mar 06, 2009 16:54
on a treadmill going nowhere
all i do is mark time
i feel like krap - i take vicodin to stop the pain
drink gin to not care
take clonazepam to sleep
exist
wake up go to work come home sleep (or try to)
wake up try to do some household thing sleep (or try to)
creeping along through the gray days
my pointless life
unfolding before me and rolling up behind me
wasting time
being a blight on the universe (very very tiny blight)
not using the gift of life
not doing anything
existing another day
hurry sundown
dread the morning