I fell apart
This is the raving of a middle 20-something has-been. Life is very dark. However, I still manage to get up every day and put my big boy pants on. I lost it somewhere in early 2012, the last time I was truly happy.
2012 was the year I started art school. It was also the year my mom was committed. It was also the year my dad gave up on my mother and I. It was the year I started taking anti-depressants. It was the year I started abusing drugs to make myself feel normal again. It was the year of the apocalypse.
I’m starting to think that I died that year, I’ve been living in a private hell since then. My friends all either went on to create their own successes or massive failures. Either work junkies or drug junkies. I’m caught somewhere in the middle of the void.
I am collapsing like a star, creating a black hole sucking everyone around me in. I am the center of a useless Galaxy, nothing but chunks of garbage orbit me until they finally cross the event horizon. Time expands and atoms are ripped apart.
I’m coming home. Wherever home is, I’ll lay my head there.