Funny. Practical. Imperfect.

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Alone, surrounded by people who assure me I am not alone. Yet they sit far away.

I am alone because I need help that doesn’t come, help which can make my life easier. Help without strings.

They say we make all our own choices, forgetting so many others are simply messed up from just being alive.

Making decisions in the light of mental psychosis often falls apart.