dawn

I don’t like being angry. It’s dumb. Yet another dumb way to be.

You can’t copyright trying to spill out heartfelt things. That’s ridiculous and so am I.

Not the point, give it away,

I think,,, well I think I’ve reached the point where I admit that I need help.

I think that I probably need to be on medication, full time. And I think that I can’t catch buzzes on it, due to the delicate chemical balance.

Give up guitar and typing.

Hard pill to swallow.

I should probably yield. Surrender.

I thought about it, and I do steal. I steal time from whomever I work for. I fuck off because it takes such a short amount of time to think through whatever task emerges.

So yeah. I fuck off too much. And that’s theft. I honor the arrangement, “defeat the task”, but I do it on my own terms. Because I’m bored, and it’s not a challenge.

virtue devoid.