2010

Feeling worse than ever. Not sure what is going on, but things seem to be closing in on me. It is the most awful dread in my soul and blackness is everywhere. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. My script is once again a big mess. Finances are total shit and my personal life is in shambles. Questions of who am I and what is going on. I'm at a loss.

I'm hoping to find solace in my script if only I can get over this scatterbrain idea drought. My imagination is all washed up.

That fucking music thing pops up from time to time. How could I have been so stupid? I still can't believe I dedicated my life to it.

2010 will be my 37th year and I still have nothing. While there are twenty year olds out there who think the fucking world of themselves and spewing the most disgusting happiness on all of the social networks...and getting much success. I will have to shoot myself before I can succumb to that simpleton dribble.

No, this man is on his way down. The nervous system will eventually fail without any dreams to live for. I'll be reduced to a lifeless mass of pulp because if the dreams dies so does the soul...