I'm Dying Alone

I know that now. I'm dying alone. With no woman in my life. I've wondered many times why I don't have one. Oh, I've had one in the past. But not really for a while.

The truth is I see it now. I may just not want one. Oh, I do. But not enough to do anything about it. I'm expecting it to perhaps happen by accident. But, tragically, it seems like it never will. I just don't have the drive. I detest the bullshit of it all, the dating scene, etcetera. Who needs it?

I'm just going to strive to take better care of myself and move on. I'm just far to bitter and angry. I hate everyone it seems sometimes. And sometimes I have great affection for humanity. Heh, when watching movies mostly.

Anyway, the hell with. If I'm doomed to die alone? So be it. Hell, maybe if I was like Tom Hanks in Castaway or Cillian Murphy in 28 Days Later or Charlton Heston in The Omega Man. If I was the last man on Earth, like those guys. Or the last one in that particular part of the world they were all in.

I keep hoping to wake up one day and be living a last man on Earth scenario. I don't know why. Humanity just gets to me frequently it seems.

We all gotta dream, baby.