My life is a series of long pauses
That I enjoy mostly by myself.
My trust in humanity is tainted
and my trust is fickled at best.
I use to believe I could be an island of one
and it was ok because
I could reach out to people at any time.
To say my social skills are dead
is putting it nicely but did I ever even nurtured my personality before
I put it out to pasture to survive.
I would hate to think I didn't try.
I live in my own world of one
and my mind is a mystery no matter who that information comes from.
To be alone is a pleasure that I use to love and still love but I do wonder if I gave up too soon on humanity. Is being a loner my only reality.
Message if you can relate.
Also if I spelt amything wrong I'm sorry
I will buy some fucks tomorrow but right now I have none to give.
Also If I stopped watering my life does it die.
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