And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Nowadays: The Further Deterioration of a Madman

Fuck, do I hate having to stay in this house all day. I was looking forward to being sick, but now it's not as all as fun as I imagined it would be. Watching T.V. all day. Doing homework the rest of the time. Makes me want to puke(or maybe that's the sickness). Days like these are when I don't feel like living. I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I don't feel like going to school ever again, but I got a little shocked into not wanting to drop out, of course that won't last long though. I don't know any girls who are giving me the eye, except for when I lie to myself. Maybe if I had a girlfriend I'd be happy, but who knows, and, then if I'm not happy, I'd lose what little money I have on a couple dumb dates. I just don't want to be alive. It's not like I pray for death. I just want to disappear. Be non-existent. Then there'd be no worries(, mate). I need to leave. I hate this house.

"As darkness craves the mind, we come undone without our pride."