Loneliness Retards

'Have you seen how loneliness has retarded her into some dumbfuck?'
'She can only hear people criticizing her all the time.'
There's a dullness of the brain. A layer of shit so deeply entrenched in the soul of the brain. Do you know where that is? I don't. I don't believe in a soul. What is this flimsy word? Another word for emotions. Pfff. But if I had a soul that's where it would be.

Do you see how someone can get so obsessed with themselves that they can't even appreciate the world around them? Horrible curse. But deserved right? Why did that one isolate himself? Did she isolate herself? Pfff, overananalysssingk! I wan't to forget about myself.

'Oh I could get by with a little help from my friends' -- I so could. And I will, because there is a world full of life out there inside of me, and inside of me there is everyone around me. Outside of me there is no me. What a wonderful concept!
 You know, I haven't realised that I'm all tinder.
I spark when I stop looking inward and look outside of my loneliness and into the potential, the possibilities, the friends out there.

I know why I panic. Shit, I hate to admit it.
It's because I haven't realised that I need people, and that I can see life in an entirely new way.
'A whole new world, a new fantastic point of view' right?
  'Correct.'
!Salud! I'll raise a glass and try to stop trying