Not myself lately. feeling so restless. not having much sleep . this must be what they call a living hell. trying to fool myself that this is where i want to be. if so, how come it feels so empty most of the time. a huge part of the puzzle seems to be missing. there has got to be more to life than this. even a marijuana puff aint enough to fill the gaps. temporary madness of booze. who am i kidding. on a brink of losing sanity. i want to shout. shout so loud. so loud. gimme all or take it all, as partial sane doesnt do it for foolish shade. where is satisfaction in a world of sadness. empty. so empty.