Where are you?
We accidentally evolved on this insignificant rock that circles a non-descript star, one of trillions in a vast universe. In the overall scheme of things, our entire existence is meaningless; and those pathetic, egotistical bastards who feel it is important “to make something of their lives” are completely full of shit.
Sometimes I have a very difficult time eating by myself. Let alone, cooking myself a meal. The sound a fork makes when no one else is over for dinner, when I’m not in love at all, is awful. It sounds like a glass of water being gently set down by a nurse on my grandma’s bedside table, when my grandma can’t swallow and her mouth has been open for days like a gash.