I am profoundly discontented. Oh, we could spend time analysing the reasons, and I do. But in the end, what do they matter? The reason is people, and they won’t quit. I struggle to find happiness, though I seek relentlessly. I am a mess of hate and anger.
Perhaps I need to start again. Go to a place where I know no one; where I can watch beautiful people and pretend that it is beauty that matters. A place where I focus on their surface, so as not to be disappointed when the layers only go so deep. A place where I can be blissfully naïve, and cultivate solitude in a crowd.
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