belovedwhitedevil

And then I saw her face, now Im a believer. Not really. All and all this has been an interesting morning. I have an unusual amount of drive and for some reason cannot get a certain someone out of my head. Not that I've really tried that hard. Fucking hell. I am writing absolute hogwash lately and must strive to write something that at least meets my own lame ass standards.

I haven't been able to write much lately due to lack of motivation. I wonder if I may be losing my inspiration. I keep dreaming about tragedy and that usually brings about something. I listen to music and hear the notes not the feeling. Oh well, piss on it.

I am so tired. I just worked all day after staying awake all night looking at the ceiling and counting the little stucco bumps. Shit has never been so right and Im just eagerly awaiting for it to go wrong so that the continuity of my life isn't ruined. Should it not end terribly, I will be forced to take my life in ritual suicide by eating out a bag of razor blades and dirty syringes. Here's hoping.