Man, I had a dogshit day. Standard stressors and pressures lead the weak to think bleak.”If I died, I would have no-one to leave my guitar to”. It’s a very nice guitar, very special to me but probably no one else.It’s the weather, the proverbial every day weather of boring ass day to day life. Conflicts in business, navigating capitalism, concentrated rage just desperate to be pointed at something. How do people do it sober? Beyond that, how do people do it and stay positive? There’s the great mystery, fuck the pyramids.Rough day.
I’ll cut this off here.I’m feeling apathy and futility today, generalized puke. It will pass and it’s not your fuckin’ problem. Depression likely contains a genetic element, maybe in the future scientists will isolate the “punk bitch” gene. I’m not one every day though, just today. SO I’m going to go to sleep, and do it again tomorrow.
dawn 