Nothingness Is Everything And More

I would rather read than do anything else. Today was not great. Tomorrow will be not great. So why do I long so much for the weekend when I am most alone then? I love being alone; I hate it. It is a blessing and a curse all rolled up in one, only to be as simple as it is; not having anyone. As bleak as it sounds, as sad and malignant as it may be, I want this lack of presence to embrace me. I want to walk as a ghost through crowded halls and hellish homes. I can see it now: a gray blip on the radar of hundreds as they scurry around in search of knowledge. Just a faint outline walking nonchalant with both the worriers and the worrisome. I know this is not realistic. That is why I return to my dreams once again tonight. Goodnight.