ok here is a snippet of what i am working on:

This is the thing with sadness that I have learned in my twenty-two years:

It follows you everywhere you go. You cannot run from yourself as much as you think you can. You just can’t and so all the time you spent lying down on the couch upside down in your family room in xyz suburbia you will spend just as much time doing the same in xyz big city except it is ten times more pathetic in the city because then you get to see how much of a failure you are.

The shit is right outside your door and you are finally doing what you whined about doing all along but really what you did was go someplace out of reach, out of touch so your parents and loser old friends can’t see you watching shitty television and eating grilled cheese sandwiches with asshole roommates. Good for you. Clap, clap.

Eventually you get your shit together enough to do something about your sadness and you decide ok tonite I will go out and get fucked so you take your stupid journal/novel and go to some what is suppose to be hipster bar and get wasted and write about how neurotic you are. Pathetic.

This is suppose to be a book about all of that.