Dear reader,
Stop.
Time to straighten things out. I need to think.
I can't go on any longer so I must say I am stopping here.
This has been too much, it is overwhelming. And the reasons for continuing this chase have dried up a long time ago.
And yet, I continue the pursuit. Without a plan. Without a direction.
Now it is time to stop, before it all gets out of hand.
Or more.
Before I go crazy.
And start shouting at people.
And baying for blood.
"Sir!",this voice says to me.
I can almost predict what it is about to say. It is all within me, well rehearsed.
"Why do you talk about love, when you know nothing about it at all?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you plead to know when you know nothing at all?"
I have no idea.
"What is wrong with you, can we never see you? Aren't you invisible?"
I have no idea.
"You are a loser, my friend. True and true. Life hasn't worked out for you at all. Who cares about brains when you are emotionally autistic? Go lick yourself."
I have no idea. I will, my friend.
"Why do you whine and do nothing?"
Because I can't. There's nothing I can do without making it worse.
"Why do you not change when all your friends have?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you not know?"
I have no idea.
Answers, I can't find. But regret is parlance, in this case more than any other.
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