The Monday Rant

As you fill the emptiness of your life with alcohol, mourn the lack of sex leave alone love, find little comfort in a one-night stand, drown your sorrow in music, keep up appearances out of fear that sooner than later they’ll know what you really are, laugh at inanities because doing anything else is too horrible for your imagination, make up a life you long to live, slowly let self-doubt engulf you in its cold, cold flames and find your mind suspiciously devoid of world-changing ideas, tell me my friends, where do you go from here? And can I come along?