Double Americano

My brain is awful. Like seemingly half of my generation, I'm incredibly depressed. I have zero hope for the future, I reap little to no enjoyment from my day to day life, and I'm haunted by suicidal thoughts on a daily basis. I want to talk to someone about it, and I have. But what…

The sun is shining A beautiful day today No clouds in the sky Exhaust from the cars There is concrete everywhere These shapes don’t fit in Alone together We languish and we decline Our end surely nigh I wish to leave here Escaping to the forest Escape the grind

I'm being very edgy and stupid lately. It's because I only write when I'm drunk. Because I can only feel anything when I drink nowadays, and I have to feel something to write. Part of me wants to die, but part of me wants to explore how much further into the depths I can reach.

People these days are so quick to call things a human right. I think I'm spending too much time on twitter maybe, but it seems like people are proclaiming anything good to be a human right. You don't deserve love just by default. You don't deserve happiness by default. You deserve exactly what you have.…

I want to have sex with a woman who's pregnant but not with my baby I want to kill someone out of revenge I want to physically harm a politician I want to emotionally harm a politician I want to be directly involved in a journalist losing his/her job I want to be loved I…

what i like about being drunk is that i'm simultaneously extremely suicidal, but i also have this amazing spirit for life and hope for my future. i've had a whole bottle of bourbon and two beers tonight, i'm feeling like the first sentence. if someone in the future finds this post go fuck yourself, but…

hey im still drunk and still writing. i'm watching notting hill, the whole story is about the main couple, will and anna, and sure whatever it's a nice story and it makes me sad in ways that makes me angry. but the relationship i really admire, or rather am envious of is the relationship between…

I always used to think I write best when I'm drunk, but in retrospect whenever I read something I've written while inebriated it's always terrible. To be fair that could be for the same reason I think everything I write is terrible, but it feels like a different kind of terrible. Full disclosue I'm drunk…

I'm sitting here, having a particularly crap day. I've had 2 beers and almost a whole bottle of Bulleit Bourbon. I'm pretty breezy, and I just caught myself feeling sorry for myself. That wording sucks but whatever, fuck you. But the second I started feeling sorry for myself I immediately started laughing. Because I've done…

Plunge into the unknown or remain in what’s comfortable? Challenge my life, dare to fail? Stay, continue with what works, what makes me content. My work, my life, makes me feel nothing, I get no pleasure from my life. I get a small spark of interest from my hobbies but my life bores me to…