Today I am spent. I've got nothing left to give and tomorrow doesn't necessarily hold any more promise. But then again today DID look promising. So tomorrow could turn out to be better then imagined or... it could REALLY suck. Fun.

Vanishing Acts

Hi, my name is Jane and I am an alcoholic.
Except that I am not. But I might as well be.
Booze, drugs, gambling, t.v, books. Pick you vices.
Where do you look to for your next high?
What bridges the gap for you, from where you are to....
To where you want to be?
Except that that's a lie as well.
Or is it?
Is it fair to say...
That I want to be somewhere,
if I don't know where?
Anywhere but here.
Anywhere... yet nowhere...