booktowrite

In sickness I am not able to do much other than lie here and think about you and the things that Id like to say to you. I wonder why it is that you even gave me the time that you did before you disappeared. And, I suppose, that is the answer as to why everyone disappears. I wouldnt spend a massive amount of time with me either if I had a choice.
Im at a loss in life. Perhaps a mid-life crisis? Yes, I think that is it. I attempted to cut my hair, it sometimes seems to help when Im sick to make me feel more alive again, and I used the wrong clipper setting on the back of my head leaving it almost bald. I had no choice but to match that level all over. So... now I am hairless too.
Reading updates on social media makes me feel even more sick. People ranging between their amazing/incredible/fantastic/wonderful lunches and dinners to others longing for Morrissey to retire. Its often like that when someone has something to say. People want them out of the way. Theyd rather read about Princess Kates new dress or Victoria Beckhams latest hair cut. Theyd rather listen to music made either out of an obsession to make money or an obsession with ones own beauty and brilliance. Morrissey speaks for the downtrodden and isolated masses and long may her linger on.