I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Haven’t been feeling up to much else. I’ve been having problems concentrating. And perhaps you’ve noticed that I’ve been having problems writing. Well, I really don’t like the style I’ve been mucking about in for the past couple months. I’ve been stressed out.

I’ve been having problems in my interpersonal relationships. Friends, acquaintances, whatever. I couldn’t care less. I really couldn’t.

I’m unhappy. I’m on my knees every night wishing for someone or some thing or something to give me a change, a break, something. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m not doing. I’ve spent a lot of time sleeping, or just lying on my back in the early mornings. I’ve been spending a lot of time just wasting it. I’ve been thinking a lot lately.

I’ve been watching bad movies, actually thinking about the lyrics in the songs. I’ve been watching people, learning their idiosyncrasies. I’ve been overdoing everything that doesn’t need it. Underdoing everything that needs more. I’ve been reevaluating what I do, how I do it.

It was never art. It was a fire hazard.

I guess you don’t need to know all the details.

But goodbye. I’m out of here. Definitely will miss some of you.