Inebriated thoughts
I always saw myself as a misanthrope and maybe even an outcast. For some odd reason, I can’t stop seeking lonely, forlorn places. However, the more time I spend alone, the more I feel lost and astray. I’m drawn to confinement for no other reason but because it’s familiar, and it’s been this way for far too long for me to break out of this habit. Most of my energy has been drained for me to put in any effort. But to shed some light, I’m using the ounce of energy I have left to get better, and to move forward. I might give up, I might not. If there is a God, I feel he’s forsaken me—like he’s already made my bed in hell. It’s a sad but honest thought that I’ve had for a while. OH well.
