Just Existing. . .

Just Existing. . .

How are you living?

The Problem:

People seem to be just existing, not really living. This life, this living death, seems just like damn zombie cat shit. Who lives like this?

Solvent

I feel like an immortal, trapped in a very bad computer, where my life is repeating the same mistakes, and problems; over and over again. Seems like the world is not very smart, most people don’t listen, or think much. Maybe, that is by design? This world, feels like a simulation, where history is repeating. Are they real people? They don’t seem to give a shit about anyone, maybe, they aren’t real people?

I’m bored, lonely, and hurting. Seems, no one cares. The above seems like there is some truth to what I’m talking about, but no one seems to understand it. Its not a problem, if its not true. So, I have to ask; What is true?

The isolation has nearly destroyed me. I’ve never really felt more alone than I do now. I’m not able to talk without gagging on my dentures, and I’m not able to find anyone to talk with me. I’ve got the odds stacked against me so deep that I’m not able to think past getting sick and dying. Seems, no one gives a shit. I’m not having any conversations, and there is no one that listens to me.

The computer and mobile phone, both work. No one calls, or writes. The way things are, this much potential for communication is being wasted in spare cycles, and no one listens. I’m not able to get anyone’s attention to spend time with me, and no one has touched me in a long time. I long for a hug.

The way things are, I’m waiting for my death. Seems, no one gives a shit about that either. The isolation sucks. I’ve been isolated a long time, not able to change it, and no one really cares about it.

What works? Seems prayer goes nowhere. You would think, that I would have gotten some real love. Bored, alone, hurting. Read my work. Write me. I have a website too. misfit.ctopher.me