A Tuesday which felt like a Wednesday. And I’m falling back into that pit. A pit so dark, you’d walk right into the wall. And so I will dedicate the next 30 minutes sitting down quietly and pulling myself out of it, like I always do.
The longer I sit here, the more I realise this is not working. I need a stronger blend of tobacco I need camel
Not a good idea eh,
For I am, but my own therapist.
There’s this thing going on everyday, to someone, to anyone, to everyone. They all call it the routine, I would love to refer it to ‘the slaughter’. Being led around life by the neck, we unknowingly follows. Our lives being led by others. There are things we could control, there are choices we could make, and there are nothing else. Words cannot affect the choice we make. We,...
I, Work with anything the world throws at me, and when they throw nothing, I do nothing.
I took a little more than a full week to settle down and after settling, it feels kind of good. But I do have one regret. What if I held a conversation differently, have an early night and woke up early. I have a whole lot to talk about the phrase “what if”, but I’ll leave it for another day.
November ended as a blank. For most part at least. All that happened was alcohol, alcohol and more alcohol. Had been feeling very distracted lately, eyes straying away, mind thinking of everything, and these adds up with the heavy catching up with the tempo back here. Alot happened, alot is happening and alot, are going to happen. This, is a mad chase, with reality. And so i chose alcohol.