Saturday, November 20, 2004
Let's enter the drunk tank someday. We'll embrace intoxication, stay in conscious oblivion and do things we'll never do okay?
I'm so deprived of the sense of security, it's starting to disgust me; yet there's no way to fight with this. I think I should learn the beauty of it . There are so many things I ought to ASK but I'm perpetually trapped in a state of inertia and the voice in my head wouldn't stop whining, "oh no, how? what to do?"
Loneliness is becoming a habitual Me and I'm growing fonder of continued solitude.
posted by Charis on Saturday, November 20, 2004
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