This picture, which I took earlier today, is a visual metaphor for where I am at the moment...
...there are people all around me but I am utterly alone, stuck in traffic that isn't going my way, sealed in my shell.
I have a great deal of anger built up about many things: my so-called "relationships," the idiots who are slamming this nation while enjoying its many benefits, my own fight to keep my head above water, and much more.
But no one is listening, so why should I go into a rant?
I am alone. Everything I have believed has proven false.
Where do I go from here?
I would give the rest of my life for a moment when someone touches me.
Tomorrow, I will have repaired my shell. Maybe. I will perhaps be able to act as if I am part of this world, will be able to express my opinions coherently, will again be part of this strange civilization.
Tonight, I only want to feel the touch of someone who cares, who is willing to abide by their promises and commitments.
All around me, on the radio, in newspapers, are idiots. Haters, whiners, selfish people. In real life, there is no one close enough to calm me.
Forgive me for my honesty. For tonight, as every night for the last six months, I am alone.
15 hours ago