Happy new year! And of course, the attendant.
Am dreading the great family dinner and the questions from all the relatives. No, I don't want to get married yet. No, I -don't- want any children. No, I can't tell you specifically what I do for a living as that's confi.
We are all alone, really, no matter how much we try and strive. Each happier moment means that the fall into that familiar abyss also becomes that much steeper. I'm sure somewhere, somehow, some time before, I've done this and that before. Where's the meaning?
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