A Day in the Farce

okay, okay. reading my last few entires may alarm some of my friends. there is no need to worry; i'm quite all right. yesterday, i was depressed as hell. today, i have a new perspective.

i have been suffering intermittent depression for the past 4 months, but i know this depression is entirely situational. i'm dealing with some shitty circumstances in my life, and some days i can handle them effortlessly, while other days i feel like i'm walking around with a boulder around my neck.

i guess everyone goes through this from time to time. i still believe life is farcical - every thinking person should realize it as such, but i have turned a corner and i'm just gonna keep on keeping on....

jb

Life is a Farce

Life is ridiculous.

What is the point, really?

It seems stupid and meaningless, and unfortunately this farce goes on and on and on like a fucking wheel that won't stop.


I'm tired of trying. Tired of playing nice. Tired of getting along. Tired of caring. Tired of trying to do the right thing. Tired of spinning my wheels. Tired of falling into emotional holes. Tired of climbing out of them only to fall right back in.

Everything I do everyday is pointless. Everyday is an exercise in humiliation and demoralization. Everyday is mind-numbing. Everyday is a cluster fuck. Today is no exception.

There is no charge. There is no spark. There is no change.

jb