Back To Being Alone
Seems like I fulfilled another prophecy of mine. Alone again, and it's all my fault. As usual. Even if I shave this potato form of mine, will I ever be nothing more than an ugly potato? I'm trying so hard to be something... but for what end? Will it even make a difference, and is that difference just superficial (because it's for him), or selfish (because it is for myself)? I hope he's okay. I'm trying to be okay.