04.30 am, it is raining outside, appropriate for my mood as I sit here enduring "The long dark teatime of the soul".
Been human sometimes is not all that the advertisements say. Yes I know we can do some wonderful things but we can be so base & shitty at the same time.
I sit here thinking about what I want, what makes me happy. I sit here & feel so lonely & powerless in the face of the world around me. What I guess I really need is for someone to slap me across the face to wake me up, but there is noone here.So it is me, the darkness & the sound of the rain, alone, dreaming of what could be.
The world outside my window.
No longer watching: