Molten Boron

Self-involved half-drunk bullshit; you know the drill. Scroll wheel or the little [x] button or whatever. Have to get this out of me.

Best crash I’ve had this year.

Well, I shouldn’t say best.

[interlude: distracted by television]

Maybe I should keep doing that. Eventually I’ll be tired enough to fall asleep.

Except ran out of interest, so there’s this, and … nothing, until I sleep, and then work. Then repeat.

Pissed off.

Missing Sky. Missing the things I believed.

when I look around and wonder why everyone around me’s an asshole, well, that thing they say about relationships. common factor. hm.

friendship.

been a shitty friend to many people.

recurring theme; shitty friend, bad husband, obnoxious son, jackass brother, lousy employee.

part of me really going to town on this.

i take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion. hm. rocky horror.

no less true, though.

tired of this. can only imagine how boring it must be on the other side of it.

dunno. go though a spate of thinking that things’re working … they’re not. it’s all still here. same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

yelling at the wind. it’ll be gone tomorrow. or buried. daily bullshit act. stumble from place to place, mood to mood. new costume. bullshit.

always thought someday i wouldn’t lean.

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