My mood did some steeple chasing… no stupid analogy. Icarus?
I was sad once this week thinking… I might actually be crazy… my character may not be gentle man who helps, but rather crazy Jeff. Â It is possible nobody would be surprised to lean about my drug abuse. The image of pefection I have lived a life in search of, is 100% in my head.
recap. Throught the day, as I expand my limited interaction with other people, I see signs. Things that I do are in memories of my family’s decline. Of my decline.
Losing things. Forgeting details etc. However, its the way I’ve noticed I interact these days.
meth is the only drug I’ve tried, where I wasn’t worried they thought I was stoned. Perhaps I should investigate whether that is true. I’ve been living higher than I wanted to admit. I say coke and meth don’t give me the high others get, but I’m starting to think it always did. I just never noticed it. Â I’ve noticed desisions made while high may not always match those made by tomorrow Jeff.
No. Â I mean whatever we’re calling Just Jeff today. Tomorrow Jeff is the worst Jeff and we’ve never met.
I imagine he’ll really hate us all one day, but its not today.
Sleep well Westley, I’ll most likley kill you in the morning.
tired wave.
goodnight irene.