Write me a story
Make it 'bout love
Of places that we'll never be.
Tell me of glory
And beasts we dream of
On roads that make us feel free
Write me a story
Of pleasure and pain
Of falling and struggling to see
Tell me of glory
Of rising again
Of joy in simplicity
Write me a story
Tell me of glory
Sing me...
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(Part of a story I'm writing.)
Name: Alan Genfree
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Neuroses: Claustrophobia, Manic-Depressive, Agoraphobia.
Description: Adult white male, brown hair, green eyes. Self-inflicted scars on majority of body, minimal in areas typically visible in clothing. Scars speak of years of careful self-mutilation. Below average weight and fitness level.
Notes: Subject 65 has demonstrated severe anti-social behavior during his time in...
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Need to stop coming here simply to vent. People will start assuming I'm a mopey, whiny person.
Okay, I am mopey and whiny a lot these days. Sue me. :P
Back out of the field. Back in a bed, with daily showers, hot food, and the option to exercise. Back out of the field where I work with a majority of people I dislike. Clouds for every silver lining. I'm not really certain if I should try to change my thought patterns because if I stay broken, I could get out early, but I'm tired...
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Another day, another pill to try to hold the demons at bay, another day where the pill is ineffective. There is a joke in there, I'm sure.
Been trying to draw a picture, but I can't because every time I try I get worse because the model I'm drawing a picture of is someone I met and lust after and it aggravates my depression. Need...
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I'm tired. My mind is at it again, filling me with doubt, weariness, and disdain. I wish I wasn't broken.
