My mind is filled with a frenzied frustration when I take the time to.
Think.
About.
Anything.
More.
Than wasting my time with overt over stimulation, just occupying time with this.
Distraction.
This.
Meandering.
Nothing.
That does nothing but fill me up with dread that I've wasted everything trying to get high.
Just.
Silencing.
That.
Voice.
Inside my head that repeats a neurotic mantra of give up, give in, give a ****.
Anything.
To.
****.
Silence