The monotony
of life is getting me down. I wish I had better news, something uplifting but I
have to admit: this thing trapping me inside; I’m not enjoying it. Murder doesn’t
seem fun anymore. It just feels like a way to pass the time. How screwed up is
that?
I do, I
feel trapped. I feel stuck and I hate it.
I live with
uncertainties every day. I live with the knowledge that one day I could be
arrested or lose my family and I keep going. But this, this isn’t a threat, it’s
just a thing that’s happening. And I can’t do anything to change it.
I wish I
had a funny anecdote or some strange insight into my life but I’ve got nothing.
I almost didn’t write an update because I had nothing new to say.
But you,
dear readers, are keeping me afloat.
Every week
I write to you – or try to – and it’s not always perfect or coherent but it is
something I look forward to every single week. So, thank you, those of you who
have chosen to skirt the laws of morality and read my innermost thoughts.
When it
feels like everything is falling apart: this is something. I hope it’s enough.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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