Waiting for Santi Claus. To kill him.
Went through a roller-coaster of shit this year. And hate, anger, euphoria, have been my fuel.
Right now, I got nothing. I am enjoying the fact that both my brain and the cavity which used to house my blood-pumper is empty. Totally empty.
I do not feel anything. I am thinking of nothing. You have no idea how much of a relief this is.
Like that time in Thailand. When my ears were ringing. I saw white static. For, like, five minutes.
Nothing really matters. No one matters. And that's as good as it gets.
