Strange misanthropic intervals..
I can't use any form of social media without slowly being filled with a seething hatred for everything and everyone I see, but a part of me misses being around. What is this dilemma I feel? I guess it doesn't matter much because who am I anyways besides a schizoid that some people passively know.
However, damned by the human condition; I get lonely too. A conundrum with seemingly no solution beyond its suffering.
















