drackon

My life is strangely lacking in anything. But I shouldn't complain. Every day I realize I won't know the person I wake up being.

My thoughts for writing stories come at awkward times, like right before I fall asleep.
Yesterday I cut myself shaving like usual, and I had to keep changing because I kept getting blood on my undershirt.
THen I had this idea that this inconceivable smallness of my day would lead to something that would make myself put my life in danger, and then end with my throat cut, like an exacberating of this knick in the beginning. Like everything kept building up until the end. And I was thinking of violence in everything and yet how safe we all relatively are.
Eh I'm rambling.

I really want something to take me away from this fucking computer. I want to work on my hobbies.
But I can't, I sit in front of this fucking machine waiting for it to connect me to someone. It's all relatively disapointing in the end.

FUCK I'm rambling again.

Well, I'm out for now.

p.s. Slightly insane.

p.s.s. I almost forgot, I found this Dresden Dolls cover of a neutral milk hotel song, and it fucking blew my mind.