I smoke weed so I can have some company as I live way out in the middle of nowhere. I keep wanting to stop but the pain of loneliness gets so unbearable. Even when I’m around people, I don’t connect to their inane chatter and I come home as though I haven’t spoken to anyone at all. I have to conclude the majority of humanity are a bunch of mouth-breathing idiots who say “Awesome!” every other sentence, don’t read anything, watch TV five hours a day and are pretty much the same person in a different body. Some days I can’t wait for death, just get it over with, and soon it will be as though I was never here, me and my misery and isolation.
