I remember when I was a kid I was left alone alot for hours and hours with no one to communicate with. I ended up developing this habit of yapping to myself even when I didn't really even have the verbal skills. I spent a lot of time in front of tv, comic books, and whatever else. Everytime I was put in a place to socialize I remember the fucking kid or the kids I was suppose to socialize did or said something really unpleasant I ended up just being comfortable on my own. Like I specifically remember certain play dates where the dude was just flexing too much shit without any desire to connect with me and with this one girl that wanted to play house and wanted me to be the husband, I said fuck this bitch and went and watched some anime instead. 30 years or so later I'm still by myself more or less babbling to myself on a politically incorrect board on the asshole of internet blogposting and echoing with other faggot narcissists with neglected childhoods

>30 years or so later I'm still by myself more or less babbling to myself
sign of dementia.

Did you just wake up or have you not gone to sleep yet?

>>510711758 (OP)
Sir this is a Wendy's.....

>>510711981
There was a sudden drop in temperature outside (bipolar Kanandia weather) and I had shitty sleep with nightmares filled with niggers and faggots.

To continue my blogpost, I vividly remember reading The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry where this guy goes around seeing a bunch of retards all over the universe and then simps for this hoe ass flower or some shit. I also love the movie good will hunting, as a lot of us seem to be on the same boat, shit princes of our own little planets, unable to relate with others. Truly it's been a lonely existence. I think we are all very disconnected more than ever in this world. I hope to have good and meaningful relationships in the future and build something with people I trust and enjoy the company of. Maybe it won't happen in this lifetime, because I keep finding myself isolating from others because all they do is lie and use. As Layne Staley once sung during his vocalist tenure in Mad Season, my pain is self chosen.

>>510712660
>I also love the movie good will hunting
>As Layne Staley once sung
I hope Nomeansno beats you to death with their canes.

>>510711758 (OP)
Growing up I knew a kid whose parents neglected him so much that he was basically learning language itself by interacting with me. It was so sad. They moved away but he's still in mu thoughts. I often wonder whatever happened and did his life get better, or did he adapt.
Your experience is a hopeful thing for me to read. Thank you. I hope he is looking forward and hopes for a better future like you do.

>>510711983
That's funny, because I don't see any apple turnovers