I'm thinking of a number between one and zero (a representation of just how I'm feeling)...a little bit less comfortable tonight. This room it reeks of desperation, body odor, and adhesives I use to glue my possessions to the walls. But somehow this ain't an end of my worthless stupid dumb opinions, it's a means to an end as I reclaim a new beginning cuz I just can't believe how I've been living. And solitude unfortunately is too easy to become a lifestyle and not just another state. I'm wishing that it were simple to draw the shortest straw and pretend that you just pulled out a diamond. So what's this all mean, I'm not evolving, we're all a bit worse than the week before. I'm getting the bleach out for my scorched earth policy.