Dammit, man. Just do it already.

I know I want to write something.
But I have no idea why,
or what, for that matter.

End of the year always gets more and more depressing.
Feel as though I am rotting my life away.

Although come to think of it,
there IS something wrong.
Contentment?


Something I can never get.
It always has to be something better,
something bigger,
something out of this world.


And once it is out of this world?
into other worlds.


Try as I might,
I can never sit down,
look at what I have accomplished,
and go 'That's enough, good job!'

I either continue working at it,
or i just give up.

and sad to say,
i usually just do the latter.

Yeap. that must be it.
Or it could be the crazy depressive streak talking.
Either way makes sense, I guess.

Oh great, my internet just died out.
Way to make my night that much better.
Now I need to wait for it to come back online.

SIGH.