Drew is an idealist. Instead of exhaustively searching for obscure ways to make my person sound even the slightest bit interesting to a race apathetic and cadaverous, I've concluded one can gain a relatively accurate analysis of Drew and all that ensnares her, through the contents of this blog. It's all gravy here.
Mentally exasperated. Physically fatigued.
The only thing my metabolism seems to know how to do is plummet to the earth’s core. With the very occasional ascension from the trenches, it seems to plateau once it reaches a certain point. Never substantially increasing, but elevating just enough to barely drag my ass through the day.
Tomorrow, my Uncle will commence the project to cut a new path into the forest behind our house for the season. You best believe that upon completion of doing so, I’m hauling my bones out there. I just want to collapse to the earth, inhale the air, allow the warm breeze to activate my senses, and finally drift into a peaceful hibernation. Where I can quietly self-loathe, sulk, and silently mourn over the absurd amount of nothingness and the gaping void that exists within. I’m not even remotely close to finding a solution, and there’s really no particular reason as to why I’m experiencing this. I just am.
I think I actually want to be alone forever.
