Ocupation: Poet
Life: b. November 18, 1939
Birthday: November 18
I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.
topic: Depression, Lying, Stupid, Life Is Not Worth Living, What Did I Do Wrong, Feeling Empty, Sluggish