Stoked.
I'm moving Monday to a vegan/vegetarian housing co-op. All I gotta do is pack. My current place was one out of necessity, I had just blown back into town and ended up finding a place with this older Russian dude. He's super cool but it's not the place for me.
Everything is so fucking simple. Don't eat. Don't drink. Don't smoke. Don't use drugs. Go find new ways to be happy. We'll (the voices in my head) tell you exactly what to do, when to do it and how to do it.
I fucking hate listening to the voices in my head. And while that concept shapes the interaction I have with the voices (and therefore my world). So I say I hate listening then I end up hating listening.
Is happiness really that simple? Is fucking women that simple? Just do what the voices in your head tell you to do...
Looks like it. You would think it would be comforting. It can be. It has it's moments of frustration. Still I am where I always have been. Trying to bargain with the voices in my head.