nothing about the weather

Oh, the paste of the webcam filter cannot portray the dark shadows lining my face. They stand as a punishment to my silly and insensible behaviour. I could say they are earned but I can't shake off the feeling of my dragging spirit and the slow focus the slides across the floor as I look.
It's been around a month since I began to touch hands with the frames of darkness, but there is merely a full day spent of admitting my destructive, junked movement.

So I sit here, forcing a blog entry out of my poor, violated brain only as a proposal to empathise.
Accompanied I am by the ever so satisfying Maccas coke, my dear older cousin G and that identical looking thing, that at the moment, keeps a repeat in my life worse than the sting of a soft drink nose burp.
Forever I question whatever did I do so wrong, but I'll wait for the days to inevitably shine in the soft silence I long for.