So…sadly. They are all scum. Every one of them. And I want to cry. Because it wasn’t prompted by anything except my own musings. But they are scum. And awful. And I want to deny it, but it’s all true. I am lost with this realization with several other realizations.
And I’m sad because nothing can really matter. None of it matters. And so I feel empty, and float through my house with despondency and glazed eyes.
No immersion anymore.




