I can just feel it.
How much of this life is a waste?
It's sad that I'm not even grateful for it anymore.
I fell into unconsciousness earlier today. It was a moment beyond sleep. There was nothing. No dreaming. Just darkness. Not even recognition of the darkness. And...it was perfect. It was what I wanted. Death.
God, what is wrong with me? Am I depressed? Am I heartbroken?
Crisis of faith. Crisis of conscience. John Mayer, take your quarter life crisis and go fuck yourself.
Joaquin out.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
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