Blah. Blah. Blah. Not even tea can save me now... and it's even strawberry vanilla. The ineffectiveness of tea is the first sign of a descent into misery.

Crummy night. I can't define the exact wretchedness of the evening, I guess it's just a compilation of stuff. Stuff is such a vague word. I hate it.

My back is inflicting gruesome pain upon me, and the discomfort of my nerves seems to manifest at night, which, would be now and so commences the deterioration of my spine. Hmm. Drugs the delivers down my throat.

I haven't had much time to read lately and it's just darkening my life. More than anything I need some quality time with Europe. Solitude in the vast woods is the cure. It was the original plan for life before someone came and (must resist profanity . . . ) "screwed" it all up. The sentence loses all meaning like that. Basically, society has a fucked up misconception of everything, which is only perpetuating in our urban comfort and here I am confined to civilization.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Not even strawberry tea can save me now....