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|catatonicsean (profile) wrote, |
on 2-11-2015 at 7:26am
|Current mood: blah
Music: Cryptic Slaughter - Lowlife
|Three hours of sleep in the past two days, must be at work in four hours.
I'm slowly becoming non-corporeal.
Very sad that I never see my friends, and there are few people in the real world I can talk to. Also bummed that I didn't make a bigger impression on my environment when I was younger, and had more opportunity to do so. I was never interesting, and now I never will be.
Life is work, home, repeat. I need action, or I get wilty. I bought a shillelagh because I figured I would eventually tire of everything and go beserk on some hapless fool that rubbed me the wrong way, but I doubt that particular fortune is in the cards. Far too reasonable to be that much of a prick; however, there are candidates a-plenty that roam my new neighborhood.
I imagined that life would be sex and violence and drinking until I died in my early twenties, but now I'm old and wizened and responsible for things that adults tend to be responsible for, and it's too late for dickish behavior of that sort. People who fall into the persuasion of loon-with-a-death-wish don't know how lucky they are. Never a dull moment.