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this chatting thing depresses me sometimes.

imagine having to turn to a virtual reality where anything and everything is possible - except physical (and maybe emotional, spiritual) contact - just because the real world isn't any better. imagine having to surf for endless groups just to find someone to talk to about sensible things. imagine the scarcity of people in real time and space who are there for you to talk to, to flirt with, to get intimate with. imagine having to turn to somebody who you can never see nor feel nor even convince yourself that really exist.


nights like this makes me just want to surrender myself in these cream-coated walls; alone and cold than to face this bloody tragedy of having nobody to turn to but this fucking computer.


yeah, this techny revo doesn't really pulls us closer together, but instead it breaks us apart. it drives us away in our solitude, where crimson red is brighter and where time is just a matter of choice.




and nothing ever bores me more than the way this thing does.