My life is a spiraling vortex of decaying chaos.
The one true ease is the thought of smoking one more cigarette.
My only relief from the vortex.
Alone in the World i sit in my room, as time seems to run together.
Depression sets in like an iron curtain.
Neither joy nor sadness seem to be anywhere.
My meaningless blip of an existence seems as if it will never end.
Living both for the moment, or just in general seem utterly useless.
As i sit in my computer chair, typing out this pointless drivel, i cant help but think how Emo i must seem.
Not sure whether or not tomorrow is worth waiting for.
Unable to make a single change.
i live my life, and move on.
For the simple fact that that is the only thing i can do.
My life is a spiraling vortex of decaying chaos.
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