Damn in such a funk of late. So numb
inside - avoiding contact with everyone. I am just waiting to leave - and even
then I feel no surge of excitement over that. Yesterday, I lay sweating in my
bed all day - only to pull myself out to walk to the corner bakery to buy some
bread. I am so broke right now - I am surviving on bread and water. Returned to
my room and lay there thinking about nothing in particular for hours on end.
Around one a.m. or there abouts - walked back to the 24hr bakery and purchased
some sweet bread and a small milk with my last 12 pesos. Why is it like this?
How has all enjoyment of the fundamentals of life been crushed out of me? I
want nothing. Nothing but to be left alone with my own thoughts. And they are
even mired in bleak resentment of past events. I see my future - those filthy
haggard old men pushing a shopping cart down the street, all sanity and lust of
life gone out of them - I believe that will be me.
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