Babe.

I lost my meaning 10 years ago. Once you hit a certain age, there will be nothing left in the external world to pleasure you. Anything truly novel or special will have already been packaged and neatly delivered to your eyes, ears, and genitals. You won’t help but feel nostalgic, to imagine that things had to be better in the past, that meaning was constant and always flowing, and whether that is true or not, if the external world is already conquered, all that’s left to explore is the internal.

I don't really care about you, as you don't really care about me. You may care about your fantasy of me, but that is not me. I made that comment on your post just to get a good feeling of bringing attention my way, as all people on the internet do. That was more than 4 years ago. Even if I told you who I am, you probably wouldn't want to believe it. I am disgusting to you. The kind of person you would despise. I knew that from the very beginning. But then again, you are just a tumblr blog.