Quite fuck.

It's beautiful where I live.  
Not necessarily because there are trees and landscapes rivers and pretty things that painters tend to paint.  But because it's isolated enough that I can stand in my living room, and scream "FUCK" at the top of my lungs, and no one can hear me. 

Lately, it's been quite "FUCK".  

I feel completely deflated, lost, and absolutely without fire.  
I begin and end every day feeling defeated.  The meaty portion of my existence consists of the moments I spend in solitude, before people arrive again to remind me in one form or another, "you're not as great as you think you are."    


I miss you so much. 
And you don't even know it...