Sekulr

I want some fucking cash

Today was the first day back on my medication. Dependency is a very powerful thing. Without the things we love, we are lost and hopeless. Self-pity is a sweet treat that won't get you anywhere. It's funny how the doc tried to fix me and ended up leaving me handicapped when i stray away. The meaning of life? There is none. For me at least. I'm a young fuck-up who isn't supposed to last much longer. I'm eager yet scared to see what comes next. In the end it is irrelevant. We live, learn, maybe love, and then surely die. I try to enjoy every waking moment. My sense of enjoyment must be a corrupted one because I'm a fucking drunk. I'm on the ed

been fucking around with pastels and 3d. Still lacking medication. compensating with alcohol and other things. I feel like shit, I have to jump on the small tiny gaps of creativity that somehow emerge from the foggy cloud that is withdrawal. Fuck you! Turn up the Led mother Fucking Zeppelin. time to finish the brewwwww