As we dance on, and on, and on.

[hadakang]

And the day continues imperceptibly, my exhaustion and anger entirely missed. Its difficult to see why anyone would care, and in turn even moreso why I would care about anyone. But acting all nihilistic by yourself is just depressing, and I feel the need for some kind of emotional connection, something to make the time-consuming lack of a life I lead less unbearable.

But everywhere I turn, I see flaws in everybody. Not that I'm perfect or even exemplary, I almost envy people who don't care about stupid things like "she doesn't even read books" or "her favorite movie is Notting Hill" and just sort of go through life crashing into eachother, completely unconcerned by the little details. I feel like I'm waiting for an attractive, clever, intelligent girl who thinks about transhumanism, loves low-budget sci-fi movies, reads trashy comics and is emotionally and mentally balanced with a keen fashion sense to boot and for some reason finds the idea of dating me appealing, like I'm holding everyone I meet to the same standards I hold myself to, which doesn't work because they are fucking insane and don't apply to regular well-adjusted people.

What a wasted life. Neurotic, over-analytical, sheltered, cynical, pointless stupid fucking life.