Excerpt from my journal

I think it is strange how we are all dying but only milliseconds away from living.
It is a human travesty that this strangeness can be so intoxicating
 
 
but yet so suffocating.
 
 
When did I become the sensitive and petulant type?
They say the average woman who consumes up to five cups of coffee a day
is less prone to be depressed than those who don't.

What a lie that is.
 
 
Regardless of the numerous emptied cups that sit on my dresser, the endorphins don't seem to take shape.