Wish they could all be like this.

She makes me so much happier than is healthy. When she leaves I will unfortunately crash.

What the variables are to the equation that humans create for themselves concerning the people they meet and interact with remains a mystery to me. I attempt time and time again to play this game of interpersonal interaction, setting myself up in positions I think will be valuable to others, and time and time again I fail. Hello monastery, another monk arrives.

It appears that I’ve become unworthy of the priveleges of human interaction and communication. I go shopping on my days off so that I can use my voice. If it wasn’t for the store clerks, I would open my mouth for no reason other than to fill it with food. Or to fill it with the instruments of my self-medication. Time for sleep.

Wine wine wine. Like astringent disinfectant for your soul.

Life: An extended series of unfortunate events, occasionally punctuated by positive occurrences, within which one must pretend to be perpetually happy in order for more negativity to remain at bay.

The bank is the best reason to kill yourself that I can think of.

Two thoughts:

1: I remember when I thought I would witness music transform itself again into something wonderful, I don’t believe it will happen anymore. When did I stop believing?

2: I wonder if death will look like a photo album on an iPhone being flipped through as quickly as possible.

I tried to dance the bad feelings off. It worked while I was dancing, but that’s about it. Benadryl & theraflu will be my company tonight.

The bad has been increasing. I think it finally cauht up today… I’ve had a good couple months bur today my mind and body turned on me. I’ve haven’t been out of bed, it hurts but I can’t make myself move.