Waking up alone is an utter state of hope.
Adam once enlightened me on an anecdote about life and drugs. I was completely ignorant at the time. I didn’t listen to reason. I am now currently a man obsessed with the reality of wanting to become a Heroin Addict. I’m curious to see if Adam will be accurate.

Last night, I attended a show. Truly inspiring. Facts and uncertainties became irrelevant, the headline act combined the styles of performances I’ve had spinning around my head for years. An act that I am thankful I didn’t overlook. Today is September the first. All the ambitions and imaginings of what I contemplated my short break would be like were clearly fictional. A little fantasy world in my head. Depressive? I am not in a current state of readiness. I’m not quite prepared, physically and mentally, for the next stages upcoming in life.

I complain about lack of friends. True to a point, I expect too much. More. Death hasn’t been circling around the old cranium as much lately. Insomnia has, possibly, replaced loss of life. Nyquil only creates numbness. Tylenol P.M. creates old legs pains to reoccur, but helps more. I acquire more and more each night.

Summer never started. Entirely continual and repetitive disappointments.