Personal entry #1.
I’m not afraid of walking this world alone. But I am fearful of the deadliest curse that is loneliness. I don’t want to feel hollow, or not needed. I attempt to help everybody around me, at the hope that it may make them like me and want me to stick around. It’s quite funny really, as normally I don’t do friends, people actually have the tendency of pissing me off. But I often have this terrifying view of my future self, in an empty apartment, accompanied by my lonesome and self hatred. Without even the option of speaking to somebody. Instead, only the echo of my thoughts devouring me whole. I don’t want that, nobody would want that. So I ask of you, which is better; being alone and managing to be okay with it, whilst keeping your heart in check.. Or living with a pit of loneliness? An empty shelled, wisp of a life.
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