I keep running back to pages already turned in my life.
Dare I stare back, longingly, at words already deemed blasphemous? Am I too good for that? Not good enough?
Seriously. Rank me, O Futile Existence. I dare you.
And here I go, droning mindlessly like the rest of them.
There. I said it.
Relationships are stupid. Love is pointless. Investing yourself in another human being is only the square root of evil, if not simply disaster.
People are yucky. Period.
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