See the young man sitting in the old man's bar waiting for his turn to die
Well it's almost afternoon and she hasn't responded. Looks like I might be getting my wish of retaining my fantasy while avoiding a potentially painful reality. We'll see. But I'm conflicted about it either way. I should probably go get some chores done anyway, but I'll have to keep telling myself that no matter what happens I set myself up for this thing. It's my fault whatever happens. God damn it why did I step away from my principles of isolation and self loathing? Or alternatively why is the world so goddamned cruel? Blech the longer I live the less I believe those Mentos adds are even true.