[nomadic existence]
hard to be metaphorical when i feel like this. utter poop. i give up. my haunting will turn passive and drinking is quickly becoming my drug of choice (adjustment assistant). that and lots of loud angry music. air guitar while my cat stares at me, questioning my goofy human behavior. i think the cycle has begun anew. i suppose all i can do is hope, but thats the last thing i feel like doing.
hard to be metaphorical when i feel like this. utter poop. i give up. my haunting will turn passive and drinking is quickly becoming my drug of choice (adjustment assistant). that and lots of loud angry music. air guitar while my cat stares at me, questioning my goofy human behavior. i think the cycle has begun anew. i suppose all i can do is hope, but thats the last thing i feel like doing.