Has anyone of you had the feeling that you are just destined to be alone? I do all the time, I just get the feeling that one day I'll be a shapeless blob of flesh, stuck on a couch and being present while the contents of my mind are being erased by whatever is going out of the screen, and that as I'm trying to take my mind away from the inanity of my being by trying to stick a french fry in my urinary meatus, I'll just wither, die and rot, without having ever communicated whatever is inside of me, whatever I feel is worthwhile.
How the fuck did you or do you get out of this place?
How the fuck did you or do you get out of this place?