Okay I’m back. I always ruin things for my self. As soon as this blog began getting mentions and a decent amount of traffic I just gave up. My twitter has become a baron wasteland of generic self-indulgent bullshit and this blog is just a graveyard of attempted writing. The past few months or so I’ve been cripplingly depressed and filled to the brim with anxiety. Panic attacks are shit. Sleep Paralysis is quite frankly horrifying. Suicide is surprisingly difficult, and MDMA can only do so much, until your hanging off your kitchen counter crying, and just begging that the vitamin C in this last orange juice re-fills your final drips of happy chemicals. The good thing is, I’m starting to rise out of this dark place. Well … I do still feel fucking horrendous most of the time, I always have done. BUT, I’m going to stop letting it affect what I do. Sitting around binge-eating and getting drunk is just burying me deeper into the void…
Doing things can’t make it any worse, even if the simple task of getting out of bed before 3pm feels like climbing mount Everest, I’m going to try and push through. On that note…. FUCK IT. I AM BACK. I don’t want this blog to become a cesspool of melodramatic and over-personal horse shit, so I might as well got it all out of my system now….
The thing is,
I quite literally have no idea what is going on. I shut my eyes for a moment and a month has passed. I blink and another year has passed me by. No matter what I do life keeps it’s momentum. It feels like I’m stuck in a perpetual machine that just keeps getting faster and faster as I get older.
I feel trapped in this constant arrow of time. I’ve tried to clamber out of it numerous times and just get sucked into drug addiction, anxiety and depression. Even with these vices, life keeps going. Faster and faster. There’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m not even happy. I’m not even sad. I’m sort of stuck in this neutral state, as life flies by at an incredible speed. I’m scared to blink. Because if I blink I might open my eyes and be 40 years old, just sitting there at some friends wedding, reminiscing of “The good ol’ days.” Knowing, deep down inside that I could have done better.
I could do better but the impulse spending and self-destructive hedonistic lifestyles dulls the pain. It kills the nihilism within and makes me forget that everything I do is pointless. For a short amount of time I can truly believe I am an infinite being with boundless energy. There is no life, there is no death and all that matters is what’s happing right now in this specific moment in time. I can be someone and the world is a beautiful place.
The party ends and your system is clear. The world is dark. Peace love and unity only exist for three hours at an underground rave. Outside of this, the world is rotting and nobody wants to admit it but humans are disgusting creatures. Death pain and misery round every corner as we slowly destroy our civilisation through excessive and mass consumption.
Everything happens and then it’s gone. What’s the point?
All you have left is memories which is the only redeeming factor of the human condition. I am thankful for this as I have met some incredible people and had some incredible times over the years. Nothing can change that. I’ll miss it when it’s all gone. Every friend, every enemy, every fight, every love, every cigarette, every night, every comedown, every laugh. Every loss.
–THE LONELY WEST is finally back <3–