I actually got up as a normal person this morning and went with KayPee and Ana to NA in Urunga. Then I came home. Got my medications. Now I have slipped into my own sorrowing.
Sometimes I think this is just a farce before leaving for good. I am weary and deeply unhappy and done in. Its shit. This stage of my life is truly shit. People I don’t want to be with in a place I don’t want to be in.
My friends are in Bali and in relationships and jobs and have money – and I am fucked. Right royally mad about it too.
AIN’T A-COMING OUT OF THIS DARK PLACE TONIGHT.
Sick of seeking a doctor who works for me.
Sick of locking myself into the Den.
Sick of not seeing the little ones.
Sick of just about everything.
SICK OF TRYING.
ARCHIVAL IMAGE OF 2012.
That’s what it was like.