My life is in a dreamlike state rn. I had dreamt of it often (in morbid moments) but now it has come to pass and is yet to register in my mind conditioned to my usual lifestyle. I’m officially a drifter now. All I own is packed in 3 bags and been 2 weeks I’m flitting aimlessly from town to city, wasting my meagre savings on the cheapest possible modes of transport, dingy hotel rooms and bad food. Writing this from an unclean double-bed in a shady lodge above a lingerie shop. It’s no bother actually. Could get a lot worse. I think by now I’m ready for the depths of hell. I’m tired and my feet are hurting. I think I’ll end this nonsense long before I run out of money.
It’s really not hellfire but the present living judgment on earth thats terrifying. It’s the broken people I’ll leave behind on earth that’ll make hell unbearable.
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What a dream! I tried doing that by myself, it was so lonely haha I drove across a buncha states, past Roanoke all the way to Manteo in SC
You should post the pretty things you see in pictures
There are boho clubs for that sh
You sound lonely. You should head to a bar and budge into a game of pool
You don’t have to end it. You’re free. Travel a thousand kilometers and rest a while somewhere beautiful. Hang around three months. Then move again.