My brain is a lonely place to be...

When no one can follow the labyrnthian pathways of your thought processes, what hope have you for developing, or for that matter even establishing, an honest and mutually beneficial relationship?

I think, therefore I am single...

My brain is a lonely place to be, for it has an occupancy of 1, and as has been previously stated "1 is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.."

But perhaps it's not so bad when, as in my case, "1 is the only number that you'll ever do..."

What is loneliness when it is never compared to anything else? Why can't I have even one peer? One person to "brain out" with, to just talk about and care about and overanalyze, and fucking just brain out with?!

Fuck it... Who cares anymore?

Somehow, I still do.. And THAT is what makes it, to cope with, really hard...

I can't even end an emotionally savage sentence with a preposition....

Balls...