quasi_sean

Sean throws a pity party

i don't really know what to say.

i am just hurting. i suppose it's that time for me when illnesses awaken and take much pleasure in kicking your ass. i feel trapped. bored. sad. scared.

i don't know why.

i want a change that isn't possible. i'm sick of routine. i'm sick of trying to cry because i think i need to. i'm sick of the nightmares. i'm sick of my shitty writing.

i'm just sick.

so i vent.

and alcohol can only numb you for so long until you realize that you are not eating well and waking up with your stomach screaming and spending the day in some haze where you have no motivation to do anything but think about how you have fucked your life away.

i'm 24 and i feel like i am 80.

the world rarely looks beautiful from inside this shell.

i am sorry.

btw, i am in love with this song: From Death to Birth