Tuesday, March 9, 2010

no purpose

this has no point to it. at the least, i haven't one in mind. struggling to write anything. can't communicate even at my usual short circuited misunderstood misanthropic level.
doesn't seem to be any brain activity. i've had foggy periods, but i'm just blank. can't even string together a few malevolent thots about the things that piss me off daily. used to be easy. point, shout, type. i've no interest or attention span for any subject. i'm not reading. don't draw. don't give a shit about the music on my stereo. i don't even turn it on some days. which is quite a dramatic thing for me. this keeps up, i'll just start boozing up in front of the TV every nite and wait for death. i'm aimless, no goals that i believe in, no hope or aspiration. i just get up, do little or nothing and slink back off to my room at the end of the day.
it's not a life.i want to care but don't. never been much of a doer. a ponderer or thinker at best. now that seems to have abandoned me too.
blah.
i was going to end it there in a typical juvenile unimaginative manner, but i just couldn't. guess there's some life left in this. probably not. fuck you optimists.