Day 1

What's a man to write when he's on these pills. Nah. Probably not the chemical's fault I can't write for shit nowadays. Maybe it's school or laziness. Would you admit that? We're so royally fucked and no one seems to care. So. I don't care. As well. What's a man to do to make the difference. Nothing I say. The biggest lie. We're ever told. Is. "You! You're it!". I'm just a guy writing shit on the internet. Don't mind me. I don't mind me. That's what I usually do. Ignore myself. Such an easy task. Not really. I'm lying. It's 4 am and I can't sleep. See, my brain got this idea that I should go back to school and get a master's and a phd next. My plan is barely a plan, but it's working out. I can't sleep. Presentations, papers and exams coming up and I'm an old fucking fart locked inside a 31 year old body. All I want to do is to be with her, sleep with her, eat with her, play with her and read while se embraes me as I wait for the rot to settle. I see the fire in others and I mock them in silence. How stupid can they be. Don't they see everything, anything!? For what it is. Fuck me. I'll eat all the meat in the world.