The funny thing about being on a swing is that you’re moving. You can see the night sky with all the stars laid out before you. And you can look down and see the earth beneath you. It feels like you’re getting somewhere as you’re swinging but when you jump down you’re still right where you left off. That’s kind of how my life has been for the last five years or so. I’m just swinging and jumping down.
I wish someone had a job that involved cheering me up.
My car was stolen. I’m not in school. My apartment is shitty. I’m tired. I’m sick. I just want it to end.
I just want to drink whiskey and pop pills.
Sick to my stomach.
I’m filled with bad luck. I know things can always be worse. But I’m sick of it all. I know where my rope ends.