God I feel sick right now. My stomach and I haven’t really been agreeing with each other lately. I guess maybe my diet should be more then just cigarettes, juice, and water. My appetite has been limited lately though; nothing seems to be appealing to me anymore.

I have a job now. I refuse to disclose where though. It depresses me knowing that I have lowered myself to it. Sure, the people are ok, but it’s a minimum wage paying job that reeks of hell. Literally.

I listen to nothing but sappy, depressing music lately. I feel like a bit more modern Sylvia Plath… Dear Christ, what is wrong with me?

“In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word. I know we're all dying. But you're not dying the way Chloe back there is dying” - Jack (Fight Club)

Perfectly describes right now.

“Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.” - W. Somerset Maugham

God I love Maugham. Amazing writer.

This concludes my little rant. Good night.