It's been a while. Can't say there's much new. I'm still a wreck (maybe more now than ever before). As the holidays draw closer, and the ignorant become even more-so, I feel the urge to run building again. Every morning listening to that old truck idling in her parking space. I yearn for freedom. This oppressive civilization keeps pushing me back. Sometimes I wonder why we continue to live. As far as I can see, in the end, all we really do is die. The time in between is spent getting as much as we can gather. Measured by how much we die with, instead of the marks we leave when we go. My patience is running out, every day my fuse gets shorter. I'm angry more and more. I'm annoyed repeatedly. I'm falling into the void I knew only a few short years ago. If I don't find salvation soon, I fear there may not be much longer for me. No idea if that's a metaphor or not.
I can't say I'm thankful for much today. You might say "Well, you have a roof over your head and a job right? Family? Friends?" Sure, but honestly, I think I'd prefer the cold embrace of eternal sleep, there's something missing, and without it, life loses it's meaning. I know you don't understand that, you
cant understand it, and I won't ask you to try. Just promise me that no-one with cry at my funeral.
