I want something from everyone, and everything from someone. Life as I know it hinges on quixotic notions and ways to fill the hole in my soul. Lying in the dark. My breath keeps time with the seconds on the clock, tick tock, tick tock. What am I waiting for?

Loneliness: When you want something from everyone, and everything from someone, but no one wants anything from you

I should stop reading The Anarchist’s Cookbook while sitting in the dark at 2 in the morning. Makes for morbidity…