It has begun. Another sunrise has come and ended with just another sunset, and so will be the pattern long after this physical blob of mechanicalized cells and tissues has gone. I'm tired, my mind has become weary of things that are held in high regard by many, and I'm sick to death of seeing the same things that have filled my life even to this ( Read more... )

I've once again made my mark. This time, there will hopefully not be any changes for a good while. In a strange way, I'm content with the surrounding world... but in the same instance, I'm quite sick of how things are turning out. Depression... boredom... and the same cheap cigarettes day after day. I feel like I'm living inside some twisted dream ( Read more... )