Thursday, January 10, 2008
I can't do this.
Intellectual voices telling me what to do or not to do like as if I don't already know by heart. Like a piece of flotsam on still water I am listless and worthless. Living really is too tiring for someone like me. Time is ticking and I am just a rusty musical box. I stay awake and pace this empty house and my life is worth nothing.
This is just how I feel these words are not true -
I really, really, just want to rest somewhere quiet for a long time.