Decorated Dysmorphism

I've never been good at dealing with the mishaps of life... I always drowned them in a sea of alcohol and self-sedatives to distract myself away from the damages of disheartenment. I favored disillusionment. It's probably the most detrimental way of dealing with life that one can decide to delve upon. At times, you will find yourself depressed and ready to dive head first into an empty pool; The coldness of the concrete diverts the attention to the cause and soothes the soul. Disembodiment is a common fantasy... dreaming of the day that you will free your mind from the entrapment of disappointment that you've grown so accustomed to. Dissuading reality from truth is the directed endeavor of each passing day. Hide forever in the darkness and despair will merely pass you by; Poke your head out and venture once again down the intertwining roads of life, and soon you will find disgruntlement hunting you down like the wounded dog that you are. Rely not on desperation, for even desperate times will leave you defeated and drunk with disgust... It is the never-ending debt detainees of life pay to death.