not what makes me "happy", but things I find meaningful. I've not known what happiness is since 2014. fuck me, that sounds ancient. /s
but that doesn't buy me too much time, either. yeah I wanna finish reading the Anarchist FAQ and other essays and do a hot shot of dilaudid and learn all these thrash solos and……except I can't. I've yet to get my brain shut up on these things cuz that's its job. it thinks, any time that it's alive. but I'm just done with it. I'm not safe in this world. I can keep on babbling 'bout them "dreams and hopes" but I need safety, in death, over anything else.
I'm still hanging in there. I get fed a lil bit of safety each day through the needle in my veins. but I can't see either my existence or non-existence being meaningful. just being in lingo. waiting for it to finally crash down on me and topple over, one day. towards life or death. either works.