The Truth About My Life

There have definitely been times when I’ve seen specific types of people out in public but can’t muster the courage to meet them, and they were usually good looking people. But you know, when I leave the store (for example), I feel sorry for leaving and abandoning those types of people. And afterwards, it’s as though I’ve been literally teleported into the other side, if you know what I mean. There’s one side, it’s called life, and there’s another side, that which is pretty much totally unknown to us and I have the constant fear that although it seems that I’ve returned to life, I’m too terrified that it’s like an ilusion, that I haven’t actually returned to life, that I’m acfually dead just by the mere fact of knowing that I can’t get back to all of these people, as I’ve got no communication, I didn’t jot down a number or anything. This is a miserable life, one that I definitely “regret”.