I’m a hypocrite. Guilty of dipping in the same debauchery that makes my stomach churn. I never look at myself. I figure at the very least, whatever I do has zero impact on most people and at this moment is seems much more evident than ever before. However, I’m hilariously wrong in most facets of my life so maybe I do impact people. Its ironic that when I’ve been steadily surrounded is when I’ve felt the most alone.
It doesn’t really hurt. I don’t have time to think about much as I have, but I still have my moments. I don’t know. Loneliness is subjective. I’m sure if I reach out to certain people I can get a response, but who wants that? A nice message or reassurance goes a long way. Don’t take it for granted, people.
I’m aimlessly wandering trying to find out where I’m going in life and the only way to truly find out is by myself. I’m not sure what to believe anymore. I’m not looking for love. I just want a constant happiness very few are able to provide, possibly of no fault but my own.
Not trying to get Kris Humphried