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/rant.

why do i spend my evenings in solitude? i favor the companionship of
words over being in a crowded room; i enjoy the conversation of
orchestras over harsh words of my peers. why do i see everyone else
being happy but me? i can imagine a thousand futures that will never
be, each more outlandish and improbable than the last. optimism in the
face of adversity has become the name of my game, and ive never been
good at sports. my will to keep up facades has failed, and i wish for
once for the world to see me unmasked. these are my true colors, take
them or leave them. i offer only my time, energy, love and affection in
exchange for yours. is this too much to ask?

Author's Note

i'm going to develop this more. i was just ranting.