I've slept about five hours, I fell asleep at three am.
I've decided that I'm going to enjoy my depression this time.
I'm going to enjoy every bout of insomnia, my stress levels rising through the roof, every minute of my melancholy.
This probably sounds odd, but at this point I don't know what else to do.
I might as well wallow in the silent revolution growing in the abyss of my mind.
I think it's born of sunlight, because I'm going to climb out of the chasm on the wings of a dragon.
The sun is so pretty....I love California.
It's taken me all day to write this, the sky is grey now.
I'm gonna probably hate art class for the rest of the year.
So it's Spring Break, and Catwoman and I are gonna do shrooms.
I'm a little scared, but maybe I can fall into a rabbit hole.
I love the idea of alternate realities, parallel dimensions, lucid dreams.....
Anyway, I came up with this yesterday:
Lies are Fluid
Love is Fickle
Life is Finite
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