I sit here and I see all these people living around me. I see their happiness. I see them fill one another up. And I can’t seem to fill anyone or be filled myself. I am a black hole. And there are sometimes where I can barely form coherent thoughts through the pain. Not just loneliness, but pure pain. And no matter what I do, it never gets any better. It’s times like these when I understand why I have to die. Dying will be merciful, a release from everything I cannot be.
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Yeah but being filled is not as fulfilling as you think unless it’s with beer. I know what you mean though and I guess you just have to keep wondering around until something happens. There are 7 billion people in the world do the odds that she’s out there are firmly in your favour. You just have to wave your arms around in a drunken manner so that she notices you instead of actually being drunk because then all sorts of connotations and presumptions are bestowed on you. I’m meant to be untrainable yet i always deliver, talk nonsense when I actually produce factually and wholly relevant information and start fights when actually it’s the other way around. Good luck to you and I bid you a safe journey to happiness and merriment without alcohol.
Untrainable = unrliable
Even my iPhone appears to be slightly out of sorts.
I’m a girl. But I get what you’re saying, but I’m not exactly looking for love, been burned too many times. This is just about people in general and how they seem to be enough for one another, even if they aren’t in love.