2012-09-05
on my way to the way out
I sent out more poems today. I don't know why I bother. They will be rejected. I haven't even worked on anything new--poems or stories--in ages. I fear the impulse is pretty much gone for good. I don't even write much in this diary anymore. I will probably give this up, too.
My dumb brain committed suicide. It didn't even leave me a goddamn note.