I’ve got a lump in my throat
I’m always looking for connections to people. I hate them, people. I hate them and I don’t want them in my life and I’m always seeking them out, reaching for them, grasping at them. Wanting them. Needing them. Loving them. Hating them so so much. Go away, pay attention to me, love me, leave me alone.
It’s dumb how things work out. It’s dumb and you’re dumb and everything is dumb.
This is a good post for my return to loafe.