I found myself creeping through photos of friends again. Particularly the ones I remember finding attractive.
Good grief, there's a lot of them. And it's almost like nothing's changed.
Except, of course, that many things - if not everything - have in fact changed.
As my friend so succinctly put it, "I don't want to date, but there's all this fucking loneliness."
I'd congratulate myself on having all these deep thoughts - except what's the guarantee that I'm the first one to have had them, and what's the point when everything needs to be rediscovered each generation?
There are times I feel like I wasn't meant to be a human being.
Good grief, there's a lot of them. And it's almost like nothing's changed.
Except, of course, that many things - if not everything - have in fact changed.
As my friend so succinctly put it, "I don't want to date, but there's all this fucking loneliness."
I'd congratulate myself on having all these deep thoughts - except what's the guarantee that I'm the first one to have had them, and what's the point when everything needs to be rediscovered each generation?
There are times I feel like I wasn't meant to be a human being.
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