钝感之爱

The world has just become…so inhuman. Everyone's plugged in. Blindingly inarticulate. Obsessed with money, their careers. Stupidly, arrogantly content. I can't talk to them. I fight them. I want to destroy them, even. I crave interaction. I crave it. But you just can't anymore. They pull their devices out for every little thing: to reinforce their petty, convenient notions, to decide where they're going to shop, what they're gonna eat, what movies they're gonna watch, everything they ingest. What is left? My god. It's like this is all a game and I haven't been told what the rules are. Or even worse, if I had, I am ill-equipped to follow them. All I can do is provoke. I become spiteful. I'm just as bad as they are. They? I am worse. I fucking hate myself for it. I'm so fucking lonely. Why is the world so base? Why is it so insensitive? Why is it so selfish? Why am I? I am not for this world.