N. D. Wolfwood

SO I am supposed to have a PT test here soon, and my educational benefits for the near future are riding on my passing of this test, and I had to promise to give heart and soul, yadda yadda, which of course I swore (promise them anything in the last ten minutes, anything.). Then, coming up the steps to my third-floor walk-up, I realized I haven't given heart and soul to ANYTHING in recent memory. And I thought, Jesus Christ, when did I become such a broken-hearted jaded freak? I can't even blame it on the ex--well maybe I can (and if there's something you'd like to do/just let me continue to blame you), but I'm not sure it's the problem, I think it was before that, but damned if I know when it all started. Have I ever not held back? What's the point of giving your all? People always--always--fuck it up in the end. By "people" I include myself.
So I cranked up the Alice in Chains and took my drugs and I guess I'll eat dinner now.
Christ on a stick, people.