Sickened

As I spend my days cooped up in my room, forced to lie low,thanks to my liver which finally had enough of me, I find time to reflect upon my reflections. Usually, I'd have been talking about this,rather than writing it down,but since I no longer have anyone willing to listen to the crap I spew, I guess a conversation with myself shall have to suffice. The only problem is I am not used to a monologue.. Damn.. Can't do it!

Again?

When was it that the line delienating the hunter and the hunted, I and the wolrd began disappearing, or rather changed hands? This is intolerable.. Being down and out doesn't suit me.. being worse than the rest is simply unacceptable.. Rectifying it seemingly impossible.. Perhaps all I need is myself,again.. Will see.. finally.. .