I am drawn to all the wrong things: I like to drink, I am lazy, I don’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I am settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accept it. I don’t make for an interesting person. I don’t want to be interesting, it’s too hard. What I really want is only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
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