moniker42

Can't eat really. Getting dangerously skinny, even by my standards. Surrounded by drug addicts.

Have been living in same pair of clothes for a week.
Had to turn my long underwear inside out today.

Only things in my new apartment: A cot and a notebook. I use my long wool coat as a blanket.

Feel sick ALL the time, just slightly quesy.

Can't choke down more than a few bites, ever. Have to force myself to eat.

Going to get my clothes and some blankets tomorrow.

Can't sleep well.

Can't...stop...writing...in....imperfect...sentence...tense..

Should be drinking more water, I think.

Actively not pursuing getting a computer, a tv, shit for my walls, anything comfortable at all.

I want that fucking place like a hermitage. Spartan.

Subsisting on a diet of quinoa, hemp seeds, mung bean, lentals. And anything for free or stolen.

Gave a homeless guy my phone number today in case he ever needs a place to crash.

'Merlin'

Great guy.

And then I realize

I am the worlds greatest living artist.

And a God.

Worship me, hipster fucks, I hate you.