here i am back home again.

i don't think i've been this miserable since high school. as byron and i were driving around today, i thought, wow, i used to have a good time. i remember going to concerts, going out for drinks, having friends, and then, somehow, it all stopped. what happened? as i walked through the aisles of best buy, my only thought was, i can understand why some individuals wish to wreak havoc upon this world. as i get up every morning with no agenda, no plans, nothing certain on the horizon at all, wallowing in self-doubt and self-pity, i come closer to accepting the philosophy of the absurd. as aaron cometbus' zine puts it, "things are meaningless."


1 comment:

We are always, always mortal said...

isn't that burian's zine?