Status: I won't be writing much because this is what I write when I feel REALLY depressed.
The Woes of an Unkempt Bed
Purpose
Everything here is too lavish. I loathe it; very happily I would trade in their fancy curtains, plush carpets, and shiny pearls for the clothes on my back and beloved liberty.
Any life would be more meaningful than the one I lead here.
Even in literature I find no solace. I remember it being a nice escape in my previous life. Now why bother? All I want is a life so beautiful that I don’t need an escape, that to escape would be the worst thing I could possible dream for.
But I suppose it’s too much to wish for.
Any life would be more meaningful than the one I lead here.
Even in literature I find no solace. I remember it being a nice escape in my previous life. Now why bother? All I want is a life so beautiful that I don’t need an escape, that to escape would be the worst thing I could possible dream for.
But I suppose it’s too much to wish for.