Whilst watching 'Misfits' there was scene where an elderly lady had died in an armchair alone in her house with an old photo album on her lap. I realised that I was probably on a direct line to doing the same in my far future and that is the best outcome! That's if I don't die in one of the millions of ways that are fucking terrible. I'm not even 38 years old and it's scaring me that it's inevitable that I'm going to die alone. Yet one thing makes me feel ok about it......my son. It's like I created a second Jesus and he forgives all my sins and justifies my life on this rock.
After preparing my A WEEK IN MY LIFE 1996, I had a chuckle at what was to come next but it also made me realise all the wasted effort I put into the search for love.
How is it that I still can feel a slight pulse when it comes to the thought of meeting miss right?
Surely enough is enough. Love has failed me and many others. If it was like in films it would be good but it's a lie.
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