no association. Saturday, Jan. 31, 2009 9:45 PM

Have lost the will to do anything on my own. Without directions, I sit here and stare at the wall, feeling bad about everything, wishing I could be the bigger person. It's not self-pity. I have gone far beyond that. It's a weariness. I am not sad, I am tired. Tired of terrible dreams, tired of guilt when I wake up, tired of half-remembered days consisting of nothing much, tired of this dull, throbbing pain in the back of my head.

If they made a breakfast cereal for emos, I could write the back panel. This is what you could read every morning. I could make money writing this shit.

I should try it.

action or consequence