i know nothing. all i know is nothing. nothing is all i know.

i'm bored. for the first time in a while, i'm utterly bored.

i cling onto wine. it helps. but i live at home. i can't do what i want.
it's prison. i'm a pet. i feel like the caged hens in egg-factories.
i want to dig in the dirt, but it's out of my reach.

this headache will not leave me alone.

and all i want is to turn into skin and bone.

i even find pink floyd insanely boring and uninspired.