I’m having one of those moments when I’m equally hungry as I am tired. So my body is fighting between the urge to get up and make food and the urge to fall asleep where I’m sitting. I’m in a stalemate in which I am just sitting doing nothing. Is this just a being high thing or no?

The thirst of desire is unquenchable

I’m terribly emotional in the best way. I cry like it’s my hobby. I sleep like it’s my job. I’m a hopeless romantic who has never had romance. I’m a fool who fucks to find love. I smoke, eat, and distract the pain away. It’s fleeting, but what the fuck isn’t. Nothing is permanent. Life is a perpetual waiting game; the infinite cycle of yearning and either succeeding or not and then moving on to the next thing to yearn for is the most despicable yet admirable aspect of human nature.

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