... 563

I feel like an alien stranded on a hostile planet. More than ever I don't recognize humans as my own species. Everywhere I look I see ugliness. Sometimes beauty too but most often ugliness. It sickens me.  

... 562

It's midweek but I'm on leave and instead of getting stressed at my office desk I am enjoying the sun at my favorite café. It's "oh so quiet" and as I sit here, in a transient yet perfect moment of peace, I realize that I will never ever be in a relationship and that what remains of my life will be, as it has been up to now, in a state of solitude. And that's OK. I'm free and I like it. So this could as well be the end of my what-is-wrong-with-me whining. Nothing. It's quite simple - I am not in a relationship because I don't want to be. 

The end.

... 561

Maybe there's an age limit for love and once you pass it love simply doesn't come because it would be a waste, like winning the lottery on your deathbed.

... 560

It's not like I'm at war with life but... I'm simply putting up with it as if it's an irritating distant relative who at some point will leave eventually and I will have peace at last. It's not acceptance, it's good manners.