cypher

There are times when my life seems oh hell I don't know...grainy. Almost nauseous.
I come to SG to see the pretty girls and maybe one in particular, so as to take away the buzzing in my noodle. Make me focus on something else and all that sort of thing.
Then I start reading... truly and comfortingly, I find that if I am in fact slowly drowning, there are others here who will too most certainly drown in time. It is a perverse thrill to watch the struggle, and it makes me swim harder, hold on a little longer, so I can still be here watching as they slowly go down.
Cheers.
Is there no sincerety to be found?
Everyone has a mask of sorts.
Is it possible to learn anything of anyone?
I just might give up.
I just might try again.
Spaghettios.