The take away from my quarter life crisis was this - life is just one long wait for death (well, its short in the case of some people I guess). 

This epiphany every notion that I had of me and those around me. I have learnt to keep a safe distance from everyone to ease off of complications, because in the end, it means nothing.

I feel close to NO ONE.

Its feels liberating, as well as a damaging - hollowing.

 

Longing

I have resigned to a fate of exclusion by the ones I loved the most. It doesn't hurt much, but I feel utterly alone - small - in a vast, damp blackness.
Solitude is learnt through acceptance of rejection.

Tears, I realized, are like cum from emotional orgasm.
Its good to jerk off sometimes.

Never have I felt mode devoid and empty from inside.
Never have I realized such loneliness
before.

Maybe the purpose of life is complete self-awareness.
And this can only be done with detachment.

THE BITTER BEGINNINGS OF BECOMING A STRANGER AGAIN.