Life is pain, frustration, disappointment, irritation, anti-climax, thwarted ambition, failure.
It is a shrivelled old man without any teeth attempting to eat an ice cream.
An open wound teeming with maggots.
A beautiful girl inside a dessicated hag.
A dessicated hag inside a beautiful girl.
A mirage.
Small wonder death seems so alluring.
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I hear ya.
This morning finds me back in Hamilton, in a house I've payed two months' rent on and only lived in for six days total over this time. Normally I'm up and at 'em at 5 am. Today I wished I had the ability to stay in bed all day.
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be anywhere. Not really.
And I wish I drank.
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