Half Way To Wonderland

More wasted words.

I am not well.

Every day is a struggle to just get out of bed. Every person another shade that I can hear talking about me....judging me....disgusted with me. I can feel their stares and it crawls on my skin like insects.

I have abandoned my "friends". Barred them from the travesty of my life. The wither and decay that I live through every day and every night.  Dramatic? Yes. Accurate? Yes.

I etch into the flesh. New scribbles of nonsense marked into a canvas that will haunt me forever. I used to blame the booze.....it was never about the booze.

My mind screams. Telling me it's never enough.  No matter how hard I work. No matter how much I do. It will never be enough. They will never love you. You will never be anything more then  just a means to an end.

No
Road
Forward....

No
Road
Back....

I am not well.