I have work again today. It’s kind of insane how we as a species let ourselves become so ensnared in this Sisyphean idea of survival when you think about it. I think I’ll quit on the seven day mark.
Other than that, not much - I’ve just been sleeping all day, or else trying to. I have the next few days off of school and work, so I’m gonna do the only thing i can think of - get fucking annihilated by a mixture of DXM, smarties, and whatever the hell else i can scrounge for. Not like i have anywhere to be, lol.
I think I understand why I’m keeping this public journal of sorts. I’m scared. I’m very, very scared of what’s coming - but I’m even more scared of not living up to expectations. By putting myself in front of people, I’m making a promise of authenticity; a promise that there won’t be any backing out or failing or anything of the sort. I’m forcing my own hand.
I don’t think I’ll update it everyday, but just enough to where I can be sure that I’m giving the people what they’re entitled to.
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