Overland Park, Kansas
Good evening...
Tonight I am in the Overland Park Courtyard. Bored. Tired. Cannot sleep.
I should be writing, and getting my novel ready to be finished. I am not.
I am depressed, lonely, and dark. The walls that keep my happy spirit up and strong have crumbled lately. I feel the slipping...I cant make it stop. 32..almost 33 years old and I still dont know what is missing most. Something inside of me is angry. I have so much rage at the world. The whole fucking place. This disaster of a president, the talk of nuclear war (again), and the war in Iraq that continues on. There is so little hope left, I am struggling to see it.
Something damaging is in order. But, I tend to talk a lot of shit.
oh well,
EJ Wasson
Tonight I am in the Overland Park Courtyard. Bored. Tired. Cannot sleep.
I should be writing, and getting my novel ready to be finished. I am not.
I am depressed, lonely, and dark. The walls that keep my happy spirit up and strong have crumbled lately. I feel the slipping...I cant make it stop. 32..almost 33 years old and I still dont know what is missing most. Something inside of me is angry. I have so much rage at the world. The whole fucking place. This disaster of a president, the talk of nuclear war (again), and the war in Iraq that continues on. There is so little hope left, I am struggling to see it.
Something damaging is in order. But, I tend to talk a lot of shit.
oh well,
EJ Wasson
posted by Me, Im not at 12:43 AM
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