somewhere in between everything that happened today, i somehow ended up feeling like Moniqe.. i want to rain on someone’s parade. i watched fight club again tonight.. probably didn’t help my mood, but i was feeling sick, and narky at the world. it suited me perfectly..
“I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see.”
“Where did you go, Psycho Boy?”
“I felt like destroying something beautiful.”
i feel like there’s only so much i can give, before there’s nothing left.. demand is exceeding supply at the moment.. and as much as i want to help, and would love to be a part of the solution, there’s not much i can actually do from here, especially considering that the world has exploded. it’s 3 am again, and i can’t sleep. i’m tired as all hell, but that doesn’t guarantee slumber. my brain needs an off switch….