The difference between terror and horror is the apprehension of oncoming disaster and the process of experiencing it. There is no better way to explain the time I've wasted trying to find love in my life. I won't post this on fb because people there would look at me sideways and start in with the pity party. I don't want pity. I don't want, not at all, not anymore. I've always been ill at ease with who and what I am, people like that don't bring anything to the table in a relationship. That will never change, not at this point. Old dog, new tricks, and all of that. At this point I have the reality of knowing that I'm dying alone, and really, we all do that anyway so how bad can the horror really be? At least I can sit around here and live vicariously through far prettier people.
