incursion

time flies way too fast on my own. im trying to make every second count, but nothing happens. my mind is drawing a blank right now and i can't describe it. empty? still. i want to be warm and full off of life, but i just cant be satisified until...

my job eats my mornings and afternoons. at night i eat whatever i can find in the fridge. my fridge eats my paychecks. my paychecks eat me. i eat me.

i want an accent or learn another language. that costs money. i'm insane.