no beauty, there is none
2005-07-10 || 9:49 p.m.

There is no point to anything in this world but sleep. No point to anything else at all. Sleep is all there is and sleep is all I want. Anything else is like trying to swim in a block of ice. There is no beauty, no kindness, no compassion. In some places the earth is really worth knowing, but not here, not where I am. Here there is nothing but people scurrying around like rats, spitting at each other, hurting each other, criticising and poking fun at each other. My insides are as heavy as stone. And everything is a purposeless slog.