Not a good idea. Glamorizing it and all. Still, there is a place for humor and that place is here and now.
Addicted to laughing. To a positive attitude.
Am I addicted to reading? This is why I don't feel like a writer. I am making up stories as a defense against reality. I do it as I go along. It's not real writing.
But it's my LAST ESCAPE. Into the recesses of my mind.
Where am I getting the sense of myself as sick, helpless...it's self-pity, yes, but (everything after the but is bullshit) It's no different from what at least a proportion of sober peeps have gone through. I hate when they say "everyone feels..." cuz so many times I've not felt what everyone feels so I guess I'm not one of you.
Were humans meant to hyper develop intellect?
Another white chip. This is what I mean. Once I get honest it's just white chip white chip white chip...
oh, maybe that's why.
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