| Mephistopholis ( @ 2005-09-29 09:30:00 |
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Last Days
Getting older...turning one more revolution around Helios this Friday. Getting older. Getting lonlier. Getting angrier. Getting fatter. Getting smarter. Getting depressed. Getting lonely. Getting lonely, getting gone.
I need to do something this year. So...a list of things to do...
Get that ONE BOOK off to someone to publish...
Finish screenplay for Thomas...
Get married...
Finish degree...
Get out of the flat and experience life a little more...
Stop being scared.
Unchecked paranioa is fun for no one, especially for the person who has it. I hardly leave the flat anymore after THE EVENT, it's called "cocooning" by mental health proffessionals, others it's called agoraphobia.
I don't like people. They are rude, stupid, smelly creatures who do nothing but assault your personal life with theirs. I don't care who you are, or what your on about. I am not impressed. Piss off.
Yeah, I'm going crazy. Insanity and brilliance go hand in hand, and it's been insinuated on more than one occassion that I cannot have one without the other. Maybe I am crazy. Not "feed a Wisconson man into a woodchipper crazy", but there are times I cry more than I should. There are times I loose track of time with daydreams than I should. I remember, quite vivedly, more than I should. It helps to get drunk, it helps more to get stoned.
Some of the best minds of my generation were reduced to this; left crawling throught the detritus of their lives, living out their years in opressive solitude screaming at the dying of the light.
I dont know if I'm like that...but I seem strangely comfortable with it.
I'm not sure medication is the answer, but I know that self medicating certainly isnt.