It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.

Everyone's life is a mess. Everyone's. We all make mistakes . . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.