I’m finding myself hitting the bottom again…or shall I say bottoming out. That “special” time in life where you feel like you live in the gutter and the world spits on you in contempt as it gently walks by. The world cannot hate me any more than I already hate myself. I would just take my life, but there are so many people that would be hurt that death is not an option. So here I sit in my misery. Committed to a life of solitude. Making the decision that I’ll just start taking prescription drugs to blank out the pain. A mindless sloth I can become. And just stay fucked up until things get better, or I die of a somewhat accidental overdose. I hate my miserable fucked up life.