I'm not sure that I know anything anymore but I'm fairly certain I don't give a shit.

I don't want to sleep. Who needs it? Worthless. You wake up again and then what? Same shit as today. And why would I enjoy it any more the next time around?

Same thing time and time again. My ancestors went through this shit. I don't need to.

I'm just really angry. I can't explain it. I just am.

Yesterday, I had it all figured out. Today, that illusion left me. Now I'm bitching on my blog. It does nothing. Fuck if I can stop caring though. I care. That's my problem.