I have walked through these past few months in a complete daze. Wake up. go to class. eat. nap. work. sleep. repeat. I need to be reprogrammed. It is as if I have to cut through thick fog to get to the source of any problem. I have not had intellectual interaction in so long that it disgusts me. The people I surround myself with have little to offer, besides beer and other party favors. Any semblance of real interaction is actually little more than drunken blandishments.
Why do we even bother pretending that we are doing anything with our lives?
I can't finish a thought. I can't find peace of mind, in any sense.
I have one source of sanity in this town, and it's only once a blue moon that I see her.
I'm in a funk.
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