I’ve been working it through in my head for years now… I’m a reasonable person, I don’t believe in any religion or after life. I quite like the idea of being accountable for my own life.
I always feel incomplete. It occurs to me that anything I do gives me momentary satisfaction and nothing fulfilling. I’ve turned to art but its a lonely occupation and as soon as I’ve made a project it loses me. The magic is gone instantly and I search again.
I’ve never met a woman who I found really got me, or who made me feel like I wanted to have anything more from. People to me are simple. They don’t surprise me or leap out. What’s more I just see a society that is geared entirely around money…
My Dad passed from a heart attack about five years ago and ever since then every morning I wake up and I try to find a way to make the day memorable but… I’m just ash. I walk, I talk but I just want peace.
I see trees and rocks and leaves which according to my beliefs is what I’ll become, just a part of everything else. I just feel unendingly empty…
I feel like I’m avoiding women so that I don’t waste my time here. I feel like I’m making art to get whatever it was that was in my mind out there and have some sense of lasting feeling of achievement. I’m in my twenties and I feel like I’m going to die soon.
I wake up and I think, when.
Is the whole point of life to get whatever you want to do out of your system so you’re just ready to die?



