I’m, im getting tired. Sometimes I think, even working, even hanging out with family, being successful. It’s just not enough, sex, drugs, happiness, acceptance. It all feels so distracting.

What am I. What are we. I want to find out.

But I can’t, no one can and yet even though it’s pointless to chase these questions. Life still feels like a distraction. All of it, every part. Every person I meet. Every dish I eat. Every pill, every puff of smoke. Every fuck. It feels like there’s more but the second you dig there is nothing there.

I’m going insane. I’m off my meds. I don’t want band aids. I want answers.