I’m just laying here, prone. The lights are out… hell, they’ve been out for hours. New light is finding it’s way in through my shutters now. And I’m just laying here, thinking, intermittently listening to music or not, but mostly just failing at sleep. I don’t know why, but it’s always been something that doesn’t come naturally for me (one of my many glaring issues that seem to be surfacing by the boatload lately). I refuse to admit that I have a problem or need medication, because I’ve went my whole life without it, and I’ll be damned if I have to start now. But I guess I’m starting to see the merits in taking it. I just don’t want to end up stuck in a fucking shell, a robot that needs to chomp meds like candy in order for society to stamp me in approval. Fuck that noise. I’ll just lay here some more and moan about it incessantly inside of my dark, twisted, au-naturale head chasm.
Posted on Thursday, 10 November 2011
