keep telling myself i have to get going.
i need to deal with things in front of me right now.
i seem to think in a way this form of life maybe futile.
everything is just a side dish.
how i want other people's presence in my life to give it some color.
life maybe defined by money, economic status, but what matters is who i am with.
things seem like to me only exists to kill solitude or mollify it to some extent so that it can become something i can tolerate.
i found out about myself this one thing.
i don't want to be alone.
