I have two places where I can go to escape my pain, or face it when I’ve become too naive. Wasteland is reality. Dreamland is my own little world that I made up. I’m in Wasteland right now, and it isn’t fun and it isn’t fulfilling in any way like I thought it would be. I used to be able to go to Dreamland whenever I wanted, but for some reason I can’t now. I want my mind to block out most of the hurt like it used to, but the pain’s coming on full force. I don’t want to live in Wasteland. I don’t want to live in Dreamland either. I just want to die. At least I wouldn’t have to live in this hole any longer. Death solves everything, and we all know it. Death takes away your pain, takes away everything that makes you angry, takes away all your burdens ……
“Further down the river…further down the river.”
-Incubus
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When I get morbid this is what I think too…