I don’t know what hit me yesterday, really. It was like the weight of the world finally came to down on me, leaving me crushed and struggling under a pile of debris.
Yes I know. I have a penchant for being melodramatic. But for some reason yesterday, I found myself caught up in meditating on how fucking lonely this exile in the Midwest has been. Not to say that I haven’t met some good people along the way, but it feels that they’re so few and far between that, in a way, it almost makes the desolation even worse.
I don’t know what to say. I want this feeling that is eating away at my soul to stop, and deep down inside, despite all my lip service about my latent death wish, I really want this feeling to stop, and still go on living.
Oh, I know. And this too shall pass.