You have to pick one, that’s kinda the law of life unless you hit the lottery.
I pick alone. Don’t even have to think about it, this is where life has led me whether by choice or unconscious direction. It may not be the best path but it’s what I pick.
Let’s analyze the choices. Alone is, well, alone. Nuff said
Surrounded by people who don’t care is probably what most people experience and choose. Loveless relationships, casual friends who disappear like the weather, jobs with coworkers who don’t care about us any more than we care about them. Cities of anonymous little dots. This, I’d say is the state of life as nature designed it.
Surrounded by people who care but are are incompetent is a less common but equally depressing option. The spouse or bf/gf who says ‘I love you’ and fawns over you but has no clue what you mean when you say you want to fucking die, and all they can do is give you a hug. Or worse, like most people’s moronic parents, they do “what they think is best” like calling the cops on you when you mention suicide, or something equally dumbshit. BUT THEY LOVE YOU RIGHT? No thanks, I put that option in last place.
Obviously being alone isn’t helping me. I’m going to fucking kill myself regardless. But at least being alone I can do it on my terms.