Solitude, whether perceived in a drunken stupor, or real leaves a lot to be desired. That ephemeral glance from afar into the "idealized" life doesn't help matters much either. Voyeuristic knowledge can be cataclysmic, but sometimes obsession requires knowledge. Is it better to be depressed by bad news, than to have no news at all? Is it better to be in control and all alone or give up control and have company? Either way I lose. I despise "happy" people, but is it really hate
... or just envy?
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