Like skin-to-skin hunger, the tactile grip so close to mine is painful. I feel as if a vital nutrient is missing. The world has condemned me to solitude, and I wish to deny it for eternity, in the deep sleep of unconsciousness. But that wish will not be fulfilled now. I would have been happy from the start if I had a girlfriend. The deprivation of my basic rights to existence breeds revolt within me. I live for my indignation, for the hatred I carry deep within my soul.
Did I win? I think so. I survived another agonizing day, but there's no treasure chest waiting for me after each victory.
Did I win? I think so. I survived another agonizing day, but there's no treasure chest waiting for me after each victory.
