We're all wasting away my friend, wasting away, fading into oblivion with each passing minute.
Will you please hold my hand while I barf at the thought?
I'm growing old. I'm becoming senile. Overtly critical about myself. Pessimistic. Indifferent. I'm trying to run away from the ennui that has permanently set up camp in my head, but only in vain.
Is this a sneak peak into what life as an adult (read old person) is like?
Or have I been sober for too damn long?
(sorry, the pic has nothing to do with my post. Since I'm posting a whole lotta crap for you to read anyway, the least I can do is add some colour to it!)
