Dear Diary – Sad Listlessness
In search of brevity… I can’t find my purpose. Life feels meaningless. I’m scared that this is all life will ever be. I feel I exist just to survive, to spare others the pain of missing me. And survival is miserable. So, I sit with my ever constant companions, exhaustion and pain, smoking cigarette after cigarette until my chest hurts… and then I smoke some … Continue reading Dear Diary – Sad Listlessness