Can't sleep, nothing new.
Fuck my life. And fuck Google, Microsoft and Facebook while we're here in the middle of the night counting fucks. Fuck this stupid blog, too.
I guess my ego is still alive because I'm sitting awake, squirming and thinking how stupid I must look to the few people who read anything I write or hear anything that comes out of my mouth. I guess I care that much about an image or perception of me that I seemingly have no control of. Oh, no! My optics! Where's my press secretary? Fire him!
I'm never going to be understood. Probably a good thing. The pathology is too grotesque. I guess my attempt to un-creepify myself with Diane had the exact opposite effect. I'm such a fool. I should have known better. I do, now.
Stop caring. Give up on ever thinking you can have normal human relationships. Stick to baby talking with cats. Keep human interactions to a minimum. And don't bother answering the phone, it's just a telemarketer, anyway.
Suck it, world.
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