me.
About a week ago I had some really good thoughts stemming from depression. It inspired me to join up and write something.
The only trouble is, I haven't much to write about now.
My mind comes and goes, slipping from consciousness to drivel, absorbed into the online addiction. C'mon, just a taste, I wanna lick the underbelly of the raw copper wire feeding my feeble mind.
I write like this because my thoughts are like this...staccato, sometimes wandering, sometimes nonexistant.
I'm not really sure why I'm on this planet, this computer at this cubicle, typing away my life. None of it really means anything. So what's the fucking point?
I must type, it's a release. I'll try to behave by the rules here, but there are not guarantees. Either way, If it's good, there will be record of my existance on the virtual plane once again. If not, I will remain lost as I am, in life and online.