In My Head

Why are weekends so short? Why is the government so slow? Why do I have 3 fur capes? Why doesn’t anyone want to buy my shit?Why can’t I throw stuff out?

The rain has started. I can hear it hitting the deck and the glass of the front door. It might be nice to fall asleep to the sound of real rain outside my window, instead of my phone. I never got to talk to Shawshank tonight. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get…

A post where I wonder about what the future holds and being afraid of the unknown. I probably shouldn’t write posts from the tub, while drunk.