Wow.

Shit happens and you start to feel less and less like a person, just something hurling through the cosmos like a piece of debris.

The fact is, you can fly like this forever or eventually you smack into something or maybe burn up entering the atmosphere of another planet.

Welp.

Maybe the people that actually like me are enough to count on a single hand.

If that's the case I hope the ones that do not stop pretending otherwise.