a conversation with myself I

I’m sad. Again? What? Yes. Is there a limit or something? Well no, but they’re getting more and more regular. What are? Your episodes. The blank-face-wall-staring, the gut wrenching realisations that life is futile and pointless, the scrunched up faces… Alright that’s enough of that. I’m sad and we need to figure out why and … Continue reading a conversation with myself I →

slagging myself off again 26.7

it’s too much of a good thing so it’s terrible. the worst, the way it consumes me so much more than i consume it. it doesn’t matter because none of it does, not really. i’m not a person, not really. just an accumulation of all the worst things; bad habits E numbers train station hand … Continue reading slagging myself off again 26.7 →