i am no longer inspired or entertained by the bullshit around me.
id rather sleep.
impossible.
house full of people: mother knows im not used to this.
i hate noise.
Shes the only one that understand that silence is louder and more significant than anything
that could ever be verbally expressed.
-words no longer allude to anything of great caliber-
Ephipanys have been plenty.
Clarity? NIX.
Im not lost in translation: Im just swamped in bullshit.
like the leeches they are, i have been sucked dry.
of my sanity. of my peace.
of a hope that never really existed.
I'm sure in due time, the meaning behind all this will
hit me like a truck full of grapefruits going 100mph.