zenexistence

Three days of gray, bleak weather combined with reading Henry Rollins and sleeping very little is the perfect recipe for disenchantment.
Color me disenchanted with a lot of things as of late.
Disenchantment doesn't necessarily mean unhappy, mind you. I've also just come to a lot of realizations in the last week or so.

I'm not sure on the point of this entry, I think I just needed to type something ...