6pm, back to bed.
I hate it, don’t want to deal, put your face in a pillow.
That’s some first world shit, what a luxury.
Take care of really basic stuff, dole out some money, and then?
Fuck it.
I’m going to bed.
I’ll wake up in the middle night of the night, but in this moment?
Fuck it.
Fuck you,
Fuck the world.
A person with responsibility can’t do that, discipline has no business in that mindset…
Fuck it.
A younger version would opt for a drug binge, maybe 4-5 days, pure destruction,,
The pillow is good too.
Safer for you.
Doesn’t bother anyone, there’s no involvement.
Just you and a big glass of “fuck it”.
Drink it up, slurp it down.
Got the cat fed, got laundry done, got gas in the tank.
Now I just have to make it until tomorrow, so I can do it again.
And again.
ANd again.
And again…
(Bleak)
Bleak moods.
There’s international issues to be thinking about, there’s systemic oppression,, but not for me.
That shit’s for you.
Imma just go to sleep
dawn 