I've been trying to stay clean these days. But you know how pathetic reality is? And do you know how depressing it is to be living in it while practicing sobriety? It's a joke. It feels like a joke. Everyone's always talking crap about what's right and what's wrong; well what the fuck is right and wrong? Who're they to fucking tell me what's right and wrong?
I had a really bad dream this morning. In it, I met this guy's parents and they lived in a HUGE mansion-like trailer on wheels. His mom was so rude to me and kept talking about how much she liked his exgirlfriend. She pissed me the fuck off. I woke up with a big hole in my wall.
Not.
I really need a new hobby. I canNOT fixate myself into liking something new anymore. Everything's just making me angry because of its sameness or lameness.
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