I should be on the lookout for something grand for myself. Only ever having known being little, not held accountable to explanations, the world is slowly shifting. The dating spree. Everyone. All of them. Will partner up and inch away. Curl in on themselves. And well, those that are left behind. Will they then question this purpose we’ve proclaimed as prophecy?
My life will never be like it. Nothing I will do will ever make up for it. And if i am living a life crassly making up for things i dont believe i ought to redeem myself for in the first place? That’s a fucked life isn’t it. Comfort, intimacy, affection, trust, care. You don’t want them? Sure, suit yourself. Plenty of people live alone, stay alone, die alone. Really, you can do anything you want right? You said you dont want it. Don’t blame the world if you don’t get it then. Don’t blame your life for denying you what you rejected. Live a life full of ambition, free as a kite, cook for no one but yourself, return to an empty home, sleep alone day in and day out, live a fantastic life. You can do it, what’s so bad about that?













