I Had No Idea That 'less Than

Why Would I Care What Other People Are Thinking? I Don't Care What An Audience Thinks Of Me.

When We Sat Down To Eat I Took Inventory Of The People In The Room, And The Remnants Of My Good Mood Evaporated When I Realized How Very Little I Had In Common With Them – The Career Dads, The Responsible And Diligent Moms – And I Was Soon Filled With Dread And Loneliness. I Locked In On The Smug Feeling Of Superiority That Married Couples Give Off And That Permeated The Air – The Shared Assumptions, The Sweet And Contented Apathy, It All Lingered Everywhere – Despite The Absence In The Room Of Anyone Single At Which To Aim This.

I Think In Life, There Are Certain Choices You Make That Are Timeless And Universal, And Don't Necessarily Have Anything To Do With The Particulars Of A Certain Decade.

I Kept Staring Into The Blackness Of The Woods, Drawn Into The Darkness As I Always Had Been. I Suddenly Realized How Alone I Was. (but This Is How You Travel, The Wind Whispered Back, This Is How You've Always Lived.)

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp...this Confession Has Meant Nothing