misery loves misery, not company…

it feeds on me, consumes me

… and I let it

Not me! No, no, no… defiantly not me… never…

… only sometime… all the time…

but it's a conflicting me… contrasting me… divided… as one

like a cake

all the ingredients must be carefully measured

and evenly mashed together

over and over again

ti'll it's just one… all the parts as one… inseparable and wanting…

take one part human

corrupt it with a fine blend of one part despair and one, disgust

add a couple of spoonfuls of hope, crushed

... season with loneliness as needed

the recipe is obviously all wrong

but it's always wrong

how can anything end up right

when all the ingredients are wrong

… I guess that's it

that detail is the whole problem

you can never create a great cake with sub-par raw stuffs

… like making an omelet with mouldy eggs and suger instead of salt…

it might look right… though it's doubtful… but the taste wouldn't

and the pain in your belly for days wouldn't really seem right either

I don't know

I guess I just wanted to say…

like it was news to anyone…

I just don't know…

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