the apocalypse of the war within

i wish i cld just pack my bags and leave. but where to? the insomnia, the nightmares, the bad memories, the gd memories, the solitude, the uncertainty, the congestion, the home that i cant bring myself to return to - they necessitate a more effective form of escapism.

i wish i cld indulge in the 'me-first' materialism so prevalent in this world.

i wish somebody cld fathom the reasons behind my doings, and undoing.

i wish i cld just stop laughing.



im washed-out.