Jan 2015
Working, working, working, working, working, writing,
working,
writing,
writing,
writing,
drinking,
eating,
wasting,
breathing,
crying,
screaming,
waiting,
dying.
working,
writing,
writing,
writing,
drinking,
eating,
wasting,
breathing,
crying,
screaming,
waiting,
dying.
There was no point to this other than to write something because everything feels trapped, so words are miniature escape routes as of the moment
