Stepping Away from Shelter (Bad Idea)

In an attempt to clear away this wretched fog of the mind, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. I had decided to brave the elements, to temporarily leave my cocoon of solitude and purity and venture out onto the streets of this disgusting world of heartless monsters. Perhaps gazing upon the misery of this earth would jog my creativity and reignite my hatred. I was not wrong. This world is like an open sewer, it’s filled with filth and scum. I could hardly take it, having to subject myself to such wretchedness. The acrid smell was so bad it gave me a headache, I became nauseous. It wasn’t long before even the weather itself began to assault me. The sun, the heat, their only purpose is to microwave this feces-stained planet until the shit bubbles and boils into a vomit-inducing stench. I had almost collapsed and died on the sidewalk from a heatstroke, but I won’t be taken down that easily. The ills of society continue to make my head spin, but I will NOT falter.

The Haze of Despair

My mind is plagued with a fog… a fog which obscures that which tries to behold it. It is my own personal fog of war in a war that I have waged my entire life. Every day a new battle, always with the same opponent: society. These past weeks I have been oppressed by this mind fog, it hasn’t allowed me to bring pen to paper (or keys to keyboard in this instance), a skill at which I am usually quite adept. How pathetic is it that as soon as I start this blog, a showcase of the depths of my vast soul, I cannot even bring myself to scrawl out a second entry? How utterly pathetic am I?