My last two posts sound so angst-ridden. I apologize, I guess.
Sometimes I just don't see the point of anything.
I feel as if I've tripped and have stumbled off the path that is 'normal'.
I can't put up with the bullshit.
I need to isolate myself.
I can't laugh at your meaningless joke.

I'm turning to my creative side to help aid me through this misery.
Photo projects to come - after I find a new place to live.

In truth, I hate that I was ever born..

Life should be lived for all of the momentary tastes of happiness.
Fuck your money.
Fuck your career.
Fuck your material possessions.
Taste the earth - dance, dance - make music and smile.
Befriend the child in you and grow old together.
Drink wine and be merry.

Seriously.

Fuck you, the one who tells me to stay in line and how to live.
Humans were never meant to be so disconnected.
The modern world, I hate you so-very fucking much.