It’s a lot easier this way. Nobody’s gonna read this stuff; it’s not gonna have any effect on anyone. I don’t have to talk to people. I don’t have to see people. No one will really notice.

I can watch reruns to my heart‘s content. I can listen to music. Or not. It doesn’t matter. I can even say that it doesn’t matter and no one will say “Don’t say that it doesn’t matter!” — Not anymore.

I can pursue my useless little self-involved projects. It won’t bother anyone. Ojo the cat doesn’t mind, as long as I feed him fairly often. My friends leave me alone, and that’s just fine; i really don’t have the heart to see them anymore anyway.

My imagination is enough to keep me busy. My books and my videos help pass the time. THC and alcohol help, too. I only have to go to the doctor once a year or so; i’m healthy enough.

People just leave me alone, and that’s the way I like it. I can just simplify my life and i’ll hardly even notice the passage of time. And if i don’t think about the past, it’s like it didn’t even happen. I’m certainly not worried about the future — the world can look out for itself. Don’t get me started on the United States. I’ve already basically given up on it. People here are useless.

The years will go by, and it will become easier. Then it will be decades; and before I know it, i’ll be really old and then I won’t have anything else to worry about. There’s no point in worrying. There’s no point in caring. The world is just gonna go on the same way it always has.

It doesn’t really matter. It’s easier this way. I don’t need any more life experiences. I’ve had plenty. I’ve got my books. I’ve got my music. My videos. That’s all I ever really wanted. I can go for a ride. I can take a walk. I’m free.