The fanning of time is merciless. I am a ball of anxiety waiting for God Great All-knowing to hear my supplication.
I need the God of Miracles, of fierceness, of vindication. But im alone, and nothing anyone says makes anything right.
This town feels too small, to foreign to me. I feel like a strange force, rummaging almost entirely aimless thru life, thru these dry dead days.
Maybe I should have gone to church today but I don't think it would have helped. Maybe some drugs. Some gin or a Percocet or a joint.
I am so lost. I am so lost.
Why does it all feel so flawed?? When will this destruction come to an end? Will I ever feel okay?
Every day feels like it could be my last.