No One Is Around

Pure darkness. What joy is in that, cannot accurately be appreciated. 

The things that matter are long gone. I sit in an apartment thinking about the past. You can spend years doing that. And I have perfected it very well. First, you bring up a painful memory, then rollback a few years and imagine yourself happy once again. What a ludicrous thing to do. I gave up cannabis a few days ago. I'm glad I did. It was nothing but a waste of time.

My family, friends - all gone. Nothing left but echoes of lies and awful people I never want to see again. Ever.

It's pretty bad when you ask someone to drop flowers on your wife's grave and they say 'I'll think about it'.

FUCK YOU.

-C