et tu, Brute?

Internet,

There is a fawning abyss that stretches before me. To let oneself go. Tell me, please, tell me their is no self pity in that. It is a sum of all the actions that I am surrounded with that is disappointing me. It adds up to very very little.

If I expect the same standards of conviction from those that I know, am I being wrong? Am I being unrealistically harsh on them?

I don’t want those who are malleable in the face of illogical arguments. I would rather live alone than be accompanied by those whose principles and actions are governed by ‘what is the easiest way out?’ I don’t want those whose cannot stand up for what they are. I don’t want those who think that because their heart was broken, I owe them an apology. This rules out everyone from my life. So would I prefer being alone?

Maybe. People are such a pain anyway.

You know something internet. There is a plan I have. And it is going to be very soon that I shall be gone. To never be found again. We’ll keep our goodbyes short and impersonal. I promise.