I don’t
want them to see me as I see those. Dreaming of white walls. Dreaming
of idleness. Having the time to read. Having the time dream. I don’t
want those to see me as I see them.
Temporary relief from a
temporary headache. Temporary.
Committed. If only. But the
heartbreak would ensue. The pleasure it would give me, and the pain
it would give you. Two? Oh no! Not two.
At least you’re
normal Stephen. At least your mind works. Well, I don’t think it
really does anymore.
I’ve got everything I wanted now. But
the days still drag. There’s no reason to cry, there’s nothing
that I lack. Why is it then that I can’t get up for my vocation? I
despise loneliness, and I hate people more. Everything I seem to
reject is everything I seem to adore.
I think happiness is
being saved for those who donate to the church. Or is there some
secret I haven’t yet been told? Or is it some chemical that my
brain rejected the day my childhood ended that makes me feel this
way?
There’s too much going on right now for me to just say
how I feel. But whenever I’m asked if I’m alright that’s
another black mark on my soul.
All work and no play make
Stephen a dull boy.
All
work and no play make Stephen a dead boy.