Day 3
I'm kind of lost. Depressed with my life, I am scared for the worst outcome. I am already where I wish I wasn't going to be, when I was 20. That's why I'm scared. I don't have the determination, the will to be ready to die in order to change that outcome from my vision that I dread. That's my problem. Maybe that's why my porn and alcohol streaks are so shit these days. Instead of working on it, I numb myself with them. That's the problem. Been drinking consistantly, I get the cognac bottle and drink from it like water in the desert. Then I jerk off furiously, telling myself some things that if someone else talked to me like that, I might kill the motherfucker. Meanwhile, what do I do? I insult myself like I'm a complete piece of shit. There is only one way out. It's suffering, it's grinding, it's doing everything I can to change that fuckin outcome that I'm afraid of so much. I have to change what the fuck I see in the mirror, this lost guy with sad eyes. The thing with everybody is that we all know what we have to do. But we are afraid of the grinding, the suffering, the pain, the lows, the sleepless nights when you think it's all over. We need to become more afraid of staying the same than afraid of the pain we need to endure to escape.