Don't they say you have to get through the darkest hour of the night before dawn?
Hello incomprehensible black-ness.
Sitting in the sweltering heat without a fan. Taking cautious sips of once-boiling water, avoiding the curse of a burnt tongue. Ignoring the pangs each time i swallow. Attempting to build some interest in Great Expectations when all i can think of is 'How did i reach this point?'
This pit of depressive negativity?
This feeling that each breath, each second of mere vegetable existence... is pain. And not (just)the mental kind which you can vanquish with a high dose of positive Yogananda Ji and affirmations. My body is probably flooded by a cocktail of anti-biotics and homeopathic on the side. And each person i talk to, is a probable victim of my low croaking (voice has given up).
The good part.. like a friend said... It can only get better from here, right?
Right?
PS- remind me to enlighten the world on the progressivist view of history we're all currently absorbed with...which is not necessarily true or accurate. My one worthy discovery in MA so far :)
2 comments:
It might be too late, but you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble had you tried a pain killer called 'combiflam'.
Take care.
hah. i'm pretty sure the cocktail of medicines included that somewhere :)
but thankyou.
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