So I'm stuck in a writers block... again.
God damn this seems to happen a lot.
But in other news I fucked up my back... royally. The doctor said it was a muscle spasm and the only thing I have to say to that is holy shit do vicodin and soma (a muscle relaxer) mix well. And when you add a couple beers to the mix it's a whole different story.
I'm realizing that at this point I only turn to DA when I'm royally screwed up - and that makes me sad, I used to feel like I had something worthwhile to say.
It's kind of unfortunate that my entire life feels like a joke, and I can't convince the world to let me in on it.
I used to look at the sky and see possibilities, and now all I see is smog and destruction. The apocolypse plays out in my mind when I let my vision wander, and if it weren't for random kind words from strangers I would have lost all faith in humanity.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore, except that if the point was for me to feel good then it's not working.
I'm at a loss for words.
Seems to be the pattern for my life as of late.