Welp, it’s been decided. I shall spend the rest of my life alone. I don’t need to be taken care of or accepted or wanted or desired or… loved. Who would want any of that in their life? Certainly not me.
grilling my pb&j is probably the best idea i’ve ever had. also i’ve been doing laundry like its my job.
The beauty of things is that they must end.
I really was doing just fine until now. I hate being alone for too long. My mind starts to wander