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My romance is made of screenshots, conversations, and intimacy is cuddling with an old sweatshirt at night.

-->A hooded figure of a small girl with hands in pockets walks down a street.
-->Sky is overcast.
-->Add snow.
-->Less snow.

Today is just like any other day, in the fact that I am alone. Outside there are happy couples, people laughing and touching, inside there are white walls and every so often a bar of sunlight decides to wander into my room.

Nothing is more depressing than a lonely existence. Poverty, physical pain, emotional angst, all of these things can be overcome with someone by your side. But put a man (or woman) into isolation and all sanity breaks down.

Missed the alarm today and woke up to an overcast sky, decided to go back to sleep. Got walked in on in the bathroom this morning. I love having unwanted roommates.

At the desk today to get work done, staring at a computer screen to determine which path my life should take.

Realized this year that my life is not a video game and I can't just start over. Apparently I only have one chance at what I want to do and if I mess up there's no going back and replaying because I will have already run out of time.

No more neosurrealistic movies about memory and romantic love for me.

I should look forward to a sunlit apartment, with an out of place giant and my cat, Mr. Panda. There will be a fluffly white bed overlooking an eternally sunlit window and the walls will be covered in memories. Eventually there will be a small puppy with floppy ears bouncing around. That is what my life will be.