We take a break from Alam to talk about me.
I went to the Press Club tonight feeling empty.
Not the bad kind of empty. Not the good kind either. Just the empty kind.
I was just, empty.
And so an idealist said to me,
"I thought things would be different. I thought my life would be different."
And I could think of nothing to say.
Just,"Expectations."
And she said, "Yes."
I have been talking about emptiness for quite some time now.
But this is by far the most depleted I have felt in my entire left.
I have no more desire. I am tired. Too tired to even have expectations. Too empty to feel anything.
It was a roller-coaster week, on a daily basis.
And I find myself not caring anymore. I just don't give a fuck.
Whatever happens, happens.
The world can choke on my bulbous dick and I would not care.
I am comfortably numb.
Sigh
Told you Friday night is my emo night.
Coming up: A World of Change.
