Twenty One and a Half hours and counting to the minute that would mean a Year and Half at Connecticut. So far away.
I have lost the will to fight. I have lost my friends for life.
Lost in the wilderness of my cyberspace.
I wait in search of a friendly face.
Have not missed so many of you for so long.
I am so numb it doesn't feel wrong
Days are spent in fear and loathing
Nerves shrinking, fraying at the edge
Dying heart beating around an icy wedge
With the passing of each day, I move further away
Strange places and stranger friends
Lost in the torment of means and ends
This is me with my mind running free
This is my anger with nothing to be
I lost my temper and smashed a racquet into the ground today. Broke the head and threw it away. I have never been this pissed off about being pissed off. Played a shitty game to boot with a spare racquet.