"DEPRESSION IS STUPID AND NOT A
THING THAT MAKES ME A BETTER WRITER. ONE TIME I WENT A WHOLE YEAR WITHOUT WRITING
AND I STAYED IN BED AND DRANK. FUCK YOUR BUKOWSKISMS. I WANT SUNLIGHT AND LOVE
AND RUNNING DOWN SOME STREET I’VE NEVER BEEN ON WHERE IT’S WARM AND COOL AT THE
SAME TIME AND I’M SMILING. I WANT NOTHING TO EVER BE BAD AGAIN- AND I DON’T
MEAN THAT I WANT A LIFE FREE OF CONFLICT, I MEAN THAT I WANT A LIFE FREE OF
MEANINGLESS CONFLICT. NOT BEING ABLE TO WILL ONESELF TO TAKE A SHOWER OR LEAVE
THE HOUSE IS MEANINGLESS. THERE IS NOTHING TO BE GAINED, NO LESSON TO BE
LEARNED FROM THAT KIND OF LIFE. MY HEART IS STALE, MY PROSE IS STALE. GIVE ME
FIRE IF YOU WANT TO HURT ME. GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN TASTE. THERE’S NOTHING
ROMANTIC OR MYSTERIOUS ABOUT WHERE I AM. THERE’S NOTHING HERE WORTH HOLDING
ONTO."
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