Bollocks.

I've realised a few things:


1. My insanity is directly proportional to my insomnia. 
2. My insomnia increases as proximity to certain things decreases. 
3. I die a little more inside when another spring in my bed breaks. 
4. I should have done art. 
5. The rest of my life will be a series of what if's that hinge on the decision not to have done art. 
6. I need to become self sufficient and then disappear for a year or two.


Fucking depressing isn't it. 


Bollocks.