Stuck in a Rut. Edge of the Abyss.|Semi-Employed

A little about the frustration of uncertainty while job hunting.

Untitled Found on my Dead Tumblr Page

Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.

What Am I Doing?

What am I doing with my life?

Not Who I Am

I wish that vodka tasted like water Be easier to drown the sorrows I like that whiskey taste like pain A reminder that joy is borrowed I don’t drink as much as I write I do I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden Because most times the opposite’s true But when writing the happiness … Continue reading Not Who I Am →

Happiness is Hard

Pain and misery is easy Words flow Mind leaking Thoughts drain Content houses the hardship Locked tight Double bolted Life interrupts creation Happiness a coarse callous Wait patiently and smiling For a sweet kick in the ass

Sleep

I think about writing my book. I think about quitting my job. I think about running away. Instead, I go to sleep.

Stream of Conscious

I don't always feel like writing. That makes me feel guilty. I can't tell if it's legitimate exhaustion or man-made. I pray that God returns my motivation. I think of returning to therapy. I wonder if I should call my uncle. Is this stream of conscious shit interesting to anyone?

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The milk chocolate is bitter in my mouth My mother’s love is hard to go down Music is off beat and baseless Bad moods in dark rooms I try hard to repress Nothing connects my brain is a fog I’m frustrated I cry cuz everything I feel seems wrong Nerve endings are shattered there’s no … Continue reading Setraline HCl 100mg →