darkpoet

Today I did quite a lot of driving... which, unfortunately, cost me a shitload of cash but I do most of my best thinking on the road.

I often wonder about existence. This could be my existence, the existence of others, and oftentimes why some people cease to exist. I find that life can easily fall into the bland, drab, routine that tends to be what others see as a "normal" life. How freakin' boring!

There must be more to life than this...

It seems everyone around me as someone or something to be passionate about... or they are just complacent or lazy.

I'm in need of a change... soon... or I think my soul will die.

(yes, over dramatic. I thought angst was shed after the onset of puberty... I think it's terminal... I'm fucked.)