“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
(via colorsandthekids)
la la la la la…
Dealing with my mother during the holidays is enough to drive me insane.
This picture represents my feelings on all this week and next week.