~and for lunch...

It's often that I sit, or lay on my futon (don't have a sofa) for hours... drinking and smoking... thinking...

Alone with my thoughts...

I call it "staring at the walls", but it's not often that I'm actually staring at my walls. Sometimes it's the floor, sometimes it's the corner of the coffee table, sometimes it's at nothing at all.

Sometimes it feels like I'm waiting for something... someone... other times it feels like I'm counting down the minutes until I can die.

Being alone...

Very few people can do it, so I've heard. They start "going crazy". I guess that I'm lucky I'm already there.