without anybody

The last few days have been very low and very unhappy. Not for any active reason, just the humanity draining power of nothingness.

I found that I am to be part of a book, a work in progress. I can spot me easily. I am positively portrayed but also not for good reasons. I am an illness, a bad habit, an addiction. I'm flattered. I look forward to the finished product or at least at the peaks of it i'll find during it's progress.

It's gone to further my feeling of loneliness. People are out and together in the world, doing exciting things. I have nothing to do and no one to do anything with. I've never felt any more alone.