Sometimes, it’s okay. It’s simple. 

I live alone. I work remotely, for forty hours every week. 

I spend my free time reading, writing, playing games, and listening to music.

I take myself to the movies. I order out. I go on long drives. 

I tweet my daily observations, my thoughts, my silly little jokes.

I make sure that random people on the internet know that I exist, just so I am not forgotten. 

I have no family to rely on. I have no close friends, no partner.

No one has ever loved me once they have gotten to know me, so I keep my distance. 

And I will do it all again tomorrow - and the day after that. 

I’m not sure if I can offer more than that to the world.