At Some Point, I Realized I Was

It's Just That I Learned A While Ago That The Best Way To Get People To Like You Is Not To Like Them Too Much.

The Z’s Will Kill Us All, And Then The Z’s Will Die Out And In Sixty Years There Will Be No One To Remember Our Silly War, Caroline’s Wasted Ammunition, My Year Of Zombic Survivalism, Rene Descartes’s Musings, Or Michelangelo’s Sculptures. And That Is Really Only The Sadness Here As I Drink A Thousand-dollar Bottle Of Wine Down Here In The Cellar: We Did A Few Things Worth Remembering, And I Wish For Someone To Remember Them.

And Then Something Invisible Snapped Insider Her, And That Which Had Come Together Commenced To Fall Apart.

I'm So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me. I Hope You Know That.

I’ve Stopped Thinking About It. I Don’t Have Time To Have A Girlfriend. I Have Like A Full-time Job Learning How To Be Blind.